• I’m a divorced single mom, and I love it.

    I had been planning a weekend trip for over six months to go to a Folk Festival by myself, but Manny decided to come the morning of and the whole structure of the weekend quickly shifted. But something else shifted as well, something unexpected. And it happened on the heels of the five year anniversary…

  • unfixable

    My feet dangle above the opening of the pit. To me, it’s bottomless, because I have yet to find the bottom. But maybe one day, as I’m free-falling, I’ll reach the bottom. Maybe there somewhere along the edges there will be answers. But for now, before I am plunged back into the seemingly endless void,…

  • Blue Umbrella

    Not many speak of the effects after the initial shock, after the initial milestones, anniversaries, the laying of reflective sentiments at the tomb of the day that everything changed. What about three years later on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. What then? Because it’s been a few years and I’m still here with an umbrella in…

  • To be healed is to feel

    A memory, a reminder. But this time it wasn’t a photo that circulates once a year to remind, but rather an emotion. An explosion of differing perceptions and unbalanced feelings led to a divide. Your eyes lit up with deep injustice, a fire raging that this wasn’t fair. My eyes burning with pain of unheard…

  • Shadow Room

    We left his office and I followed the old New Yorker through the muted-colored hallways. I wrapped my loose sweater tight around my body, gripping the oversized sleeves in my hands. I kept my eyes down low hoping to stay invisible. “Right in here,” his accent was thick. Care danced around every word he spoke,…