words from the soul
October 7, 2023 If it's any consolation to those far away who are anxious to know if we're okay... We are okay-ish. Okay, in body, not in spirit. Okay in relative safety near our steel room in our too quiet city. So quiet. Okay, enough to shower and eat and use the bathroom—quickly, though, because … Continue reading 100 Days
I am 15 and a half years old. My mother is sitting shiva for her father. I am leaving home and it feels like something is tearing. I don't know that I will no longer have a home, that they will move to a new house while I am hiding in the attic at my … Continue reading Ready or Not, We Move On
I am walking around the cul-de-sac, restless, hot, and numb. They are all inside the house where she grew up, the house that was never my home, and they are mourning in various groups of togetherness. My mother holds court, repeating stories over and over as her scratchy throat resists, and her voice fades to … Continue reading Shiva
A good memoir starts at the beginning. This one starts at the end. I guess that's your warning. Get out now while you can, while the story is bright and hopeful and you see me walking off into the sunset. It's only going to get darker from here. It is a few days before my … Continue reading The Last Chapter
This wasn't meant to be a shrine. I built a reflective pool where I could graze my fingers across a still surface and watch the ripples until they fade back into the unspoken stillness of a million words. This was to be exploratory. Step into the darkness of my ever swirling thoughts. Who am I? … Continue reading Ten Minutes Between Death and Burial
Colloquially Speaking 