Writing

Yes, endlessly, shamelessly, I tell stories Stories justify my need for empathy, to let you know just how cursed and broken my family is. If

My father at the piano I see him sitting there, patient and proud, teaching my son about chords. Two musical minds, decades apart, syncing on

Listening deeply, sometimes you can hear The sound of your heart, beating steadily, reminding you of your existence and your fragility. Sometimes you expect it

The moon passes her twentieth night She is mature, confident in her role, observing us as we are nestled into couches, chairs, beds for the

Your body is a confection Wrapped in a tight, shiny wrapper, to me, it glistens in the bin with all the others. It doesn’t stand

For evidence of this, spend time with trees When you question your fragile life, spend time in the forest. Be amazed by the strength, beauty