What Is

I’ve taken some hiata before. I wish it was “hiata.” There has been less to say. But: I made all the boxes, left and came home to my disassembled home, hauled the boxes, profusely thanked the people who helped me move the boxes. I moved into my mom’s living room. I moved into my friend’s […]

Again

“My friend, not only could it happen again– it will happen again.” Last night I was reunited with my extended family. My enormous, gregarious family, wine and beer flowing, an even layer of attempts at laughs, here, there. The joke is my uncle doesn’t like my mom. The joke is all there is in life […]

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This is the first time I’ve sat with a coffee, in public, in however long. Fifteen months? Sitting out at coffee has been part of my identity for at least twenty years. It’s the reason I have friends, I have at times not surrendered to depression, I have felt cared for, I have learned my […]

I found it odd we all faced the same direction, where there was something pretty, yes, but not overwhelmingly so. When I had arrived, I had to fill out my name, and get instructions on where to sit, how to do. Then I was in church again. You never thought they could take church, singing, […]