It’s Never Too Late to Fall Back in Love

The last time I saw my mother alive she was drunk. So drunk, in fact, that when I pulled the car over to where she waiting on the sidewalk for me to pick her up she didn’t react, just kept swaying gently back and forth with her eyes closed. My anger, quick and eager to […]

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Sometimes I Forget She is Gone
Sometimes I Forget She's Gone |

I had one of those stupid moments last week where I forget my mother is gone. I was running, and I’d run past a woman out for a walk who we used to live down the street from. She’s older now, probably approaching 90, and she wasn’t young back then either. But she’s always walked, […]

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From Shard to Sea: the Evolution of Grief

It’s been a while since I sat down and wrote to you all about my grief. Usually I consider that a victory, a sign that I am healing and moving forward and living a regular-person life, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that too there are times when I worry that I’m […]

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We Have to Dance Even When the World is Shit

Times like this I worry. I worry about you guys and about myself too: the feelers of the world, the people who take this shit news storm (innocent people are dying senselessly, another musician is gone too soon, Trump is still president, men are wearing rompers) and internalize it until out of self-defense and the need […]

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To My Mother, About My Daughter
To My Mother, About My Daughter |

She’s been holding my hand again Mom. Maria has. And not just because I make her, the way I used to stand still in the parking lot and not let her walk until she had safely placed her little hand inside mine. No, this is different, it’s borne of her need and it’s raw and […]

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