Not a Eulogy
I can’t unsee so I will not look The body, the force, the falsified book Another story skewed by thoughts Of what could be but what was not I can’t …
life
unexpected gratitude
All I could think of once I got close to the statue was, “put down the lilies and keep on walking.” And that’s what I did.
when you think you’re the only one
I don’t remember this in real life but in my dream, the memory flooded back and I agreed. Yes, I’d almost quit. And in that moment, I realized that I’d almost quit all these beautiful people.
Advice you didn’t ask for.
I once WebMD’d my symptoms for something-or-another and narrowed my diagnosis down to Meningitis. I know I’m not alone in this area of crazy behavior.
big/bad conclusions
I read a piece a few days ago that was so well written, a true breath of fresh air. So, of course, I’m that much more determined to produce top …
But how do we also speak to now? How do we do so with grace?
the stories we tell
There are stories we tell ourselves in order to make the moment better or at least OK. Whether based on fact or fiction, these explorations of life give our lives more…more time, more comfort, more hope, more clarity… We feel a reprieve.