Month: January 2018

I broke my foot ten months ago, in a dance class. I took a modest leap and my left foot came down hard,  smack on top of my right, missing the floor entirely. The break is named the Jones Fracture. Dr. Jones broke his fifth metatarsal on the dance floor too, although I don’t know … Continue reading The New Story of My Life

Dear Grief, At long last I can say yes, you have a place in my heart. You have stalked me, pulling at my twelve-year-old self, crawling under my blanket the night my father died, asking to be held, to be rocked, to be named, but I pushed you out of bed, pulled the covers up … Continue reading Letter to Grief

I was raised by the Jealous Queen. My very survival meant hiding my light because if she felt threatened or jealous, the punishment for my creativity and joy was the poison apple. Now it’s that time of the year when we make lists of self improvement projects for the next twelve months, but this year … Continue reading Shine On

I don’t remember how I found the courage to step into the rooms of the dying, my heart beating like a little tin drum. Am I worthy? Do I know enough? What if I screw up? I don’t remember where the courage or the innocence or the curiosity or the simple foolishness came from. I … Continue reading I Don’t Remember