Doors
I’ve been behind every door you can imagine. Tall ones, old ones, wooden ones, new ones. Ones in the basementContinue Reading
Category: Personal Narratives
Personal essays, general musings and other such things.
Morning Pages for the Motherless, Part 5
I meet her now on grassy hills with the salt wind whipping around us from the grey-green ocean below. IContinue Reading
Morning Pages for the Motherless, Part 4
I know she had so little to give. I know she was given even less than me. How could sheContinue Reading
Carl the Goat
On one of our first trips to the mountains in Oman, we stopped at a beautiful overlook to have someContinue Reading
Morning Pages for the Motherless, Part 3
Everything I built around me was more despite her than it was because of her. she deserves credit, yes. ButContinue Reading
Morning Pages for the Motherless, Part 2
Everything I hold of her is past tense. It is piled up like salt rock that will wear away, bitContinue Reading
Morning Pages for the Motherless, Part 1
What am I so afraid to write about her? I hold every truth I made into milky white and charcoalContinue Reading
How Do I Break Past the Invisible Walls?
Today’s Morning Thoughts… What do you do when morning breaks? When the thought of living turns you into solid lead?Continue Reading
Truthwork, the Writing Process & Dealing with Grief
We all will experience death in our lives. It is an undeniable and unfortunate fact of living. These experiences canContinue Reading
The Little Black Girl Who Stole Something
I remember a time when I was about nine or ten years old. My best friend Quincy was having aContinue Reading
