Grief has been my companion for 21 years since my mother died on January 14th, 2013.
Am I not worthyHow can it bethat I am not as lovableas the next guyor a flower, a birdor a neighborly dog?
tidy soul box
all tucked away
tiny presentsmake themselves knownin wee hours of nightnot the gaudy package kindwith bows and glitterfake happiness wrapped so…
Below the surface it is a hoarder’s den of things I do not say, and things I try to keep myself from feeling. I take those…
As I settle into life after my father’s death, I realized I have become a connoisseur of the flavors of anger as they…
Partner (business),
Partner (life),
It is 6pm Friday night. My dad and his fiancé have come to town for a few days. Tom and I have prepared some little appetizers to…
If I were going to look for my pain, I would need more strength than I can muster now. Perhaps I can bind…
Mood reflected in the sky
Wind tossing and turning