Writer | Artist | Adoptee
August 1, 2020, very early in the morning. In the small bath on the second floor, above my parent's bedroom, reading e-mail and waking up on the toilet, I hear him talking to her."WAKE. UP. YOU'RE. DREAMING." Briefly, garbled from sleep and the floor baffling between us, she tries to say something back. She's not... Continue Reading →
The last time I saw my mother was the first Sunday in August. The final day of an impromptu stay with my parents, spurred the previous Wednesday by the most heartbreaking call from my father: she didn't have much time; he wasn't prepared of any of this; he wanted to stop this from happening... her... Continue Reading →
Somewhere in this heart beneath all my grief and pain, churning confusion and waves of disbelief I know you found the path to leave To let go and sigh into the mighty arms of the Universe where you will find the deepest Love and the purest welcoming All for you Lean into it and let... Continue Reading →
"She's on her way out." So says the CNA charged with day care of my a-mother six days out of seven for the two-and-a-half years. She's been in a state of decline for weeks; her death, when it comes, will likely be labeled a combination of broken hip/fall related trauma and old age. The fall,... Continue Reading →
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 →
Last week or maybe yesterday, my writing teacher, Anne, 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... Continue Reading →
