Blog

Knock knock. Who’s there? Boo. Boo who? Hey, don’t cry, honey. It’s not so bad. Really, everything will work out for the best. You’ll see.  Is she batshit crazy? I’m dying here, drowning in grief, weeping right in front of her and she’s telling me it’s not so bad? I’m sad. I’m sorrowing. I’m grieving. … Continue reading knock knock joke

I’ve been dreaming of the beaches of my youth and young adulthood. Each night I travel to a familiar shore and sit beside myself as I watch the tides and grieve for the losses of that time. The death of my father as a twelve years old; the end of my first marriage and the subsequent loss of … Continue reading songs for dark times

I want a soul mate, I said to my soul. She looked up from her knitting, her large jungle green eyes. Aren’t I enough? Well, I said, kind of, but you know, I get cold at night. I get lonely. I hear there’s a big big love out there just waiting. She came and sat … Continue reading alone together

I suspect there is a venn diagram we could draw to see how close we breathe to each other, the despair we share no matter our outer circumstances. The war, of course. The bomb shelled ruins. The threat of nuclear holocaust that is real again. We were children, practicing taking shelter under our school desks … Continue reading taking shelter

It’s early spring. We had four inches of snow the other night that melted by noon the next day. The coyotes are coming around and eating the food I leave out for them…the chopped meat I buy on sale at the supermarket, the bones they carry off to their den. There is a pair of … Continue reading in the midst of ash and bone