The Brea[d]ths of July

July 13, 2012, at 7:30 AM This has always been my least favorite day of summer.The one where my child goes off to her father's for a month.The one where my role - and need for my services - abruptly stops. In some years, she will return and tell me they forbid her to call... Continue Reading →

2020: A Year to Memoir Project

In December 2019, I signed on to work with Anne Heffron to help coach my writing into something, hopefully, resembling a memoir. We began in January, talking almost weekly for the last six months about process and personal truth and good storytelling. Today July 1 - the halfway point - writing something still feels very... Continue Reading →

"Why can’t our job here on earth be simply to inspire each other?"Graham Joyce

Nostalgia Table [Nov. 2019]

Thanksgiving will be small but not infelicitous. Which is to say there will be just three of us seated at the table, not the double-digit chair count of my childhood or some of the years during my time as a Wife. Though several others were invited, they've all found holiday homes for the day and... Continue Reading →

Not breathing too much.

We're not supposed to disrupt your life. We're supposed to fit-in beautifully. Fill a gap, a hole in your heart, in your life. find object, 2020d. j. dawson (b. 1963)mixed media on vocabulary card3 x 6 inches (approx.) Baby caulk. We were in need of rescue, shelter, family (which we have before we meet, by... Continue Reading →

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