The Resurrection of my Mother

We lost my mother suddenly July 19th and I have been in a state of shock since 6 o’clock that morning. Waves of grief have ebbed and flowed over numbness these last few weeks as my father, brother, sister and I have found ourselves in a world so foreign to…

i see you in the storm

i see you. every movement towards sunrise, I notice. every movement towards lost, my heart skips. even now, as you walk -until- stumble (and stumble until walk again) i see you. Once,(upon a time) when you were a baby, 16-years-ago (that long ago) i promised i would not ever ,no…

A letter to the little warrior who remains

I am so honored to feature my friend Lindsay Fischer at her most vulnerable. Thank you, Lindsay — for being so raw and honest even when you are feeling so brokenhearted. My fingers jab at the keyboard with no real reason other than to soothe. To be here, to type,…

When It’s About Death, Memory and My Friend

There are some things you don’t get better at with age and one of those things is knowing how to handle death. Even though we might think we know all the right answers by now, Death always has the upper hand. It doesn’t matter how many articles I’ve read on the…

A Grotesque Fascination and WDBJ-TV

WDBJ-TV journalists Alison Parker and Adam Ward were shot on live television yesterday by a former employee and the nation is reeling again in the wake of another senseless act of gun violence. Like many, I could only stare speechlessly as the first headlines scrolled across various social media sites….