Last week or maybe yesterday, my writing teacher asked for a paragraph on what it is like to write personal essays while quarantined at home. Four pages and a glass of iced Effen blood orange vodka later, this is what I sent her. Noting after the fact the "a paragraph" stipulation. She graciously accepted my … Continue reading On [trying to] write a memoir during the COVID-19 pandemic.
Thanksgiving will be small this year but not infelicitous. Which is to say there will be 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 … Continue reading Nostalgia Table. (draft)
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. Baby caulk. We were in need of rescue, shelter, family (which we have before we meet, by the way, before you erase that history or change our names, deny our heritage, replace … Continue reading Not breathing too much.
In pre-dawn stillThe wind comes once everyThree minutes, bellowing deep in the treesSlow, picks up speed, then stops. dark ghost trainwinds down, swapping arrivers fordepartersWhose gossamer trench coating shuffle wetLeaves adhere, our front window stained Chapel glass between worlds. Warm and dry,tamed storming, unpredictable rowdyTimetables of bluster and agenda, measures of syncopated nature, theruthless spiced … Continue reading Hericane. [sic]
The last, and only time, she wrote was January of this year. It was as though she accidentally included me on an email with photo attachments, that's how odd and out of left field. But, it was family-related and it was sweet, baby birthday photos of an extended family member. It was nice, if not … Continue reading Ghost.
One of the things adopted people lose through adoption is, most obviously, their family. This is the not-a-happy-ending side of things no one talked about, at least not until recently. As adopted people - or unwanted babies and children, as most of us began life as someone's shameful problem to solve - we were told … Continue reading Filling in the blanks.