Over the years, I’ve done a bunch of demolition on old houses, owned and squatted. I’ve learned a thing or two in the process. For instance, there are always surprises … Continue reading
in between sun & clouds, cold & warm, wind & calm. in between “hours or days,” not “weeks or months.” in between life & death. squarely situated in strength & … Continue reading
I woke this morning, May 10, in the same homey hospice room as my mom, one of my sisters, and my dad. We’d done a slumber party of sorts on … Continue reading
Appreciating every moment and sensation on this picture-perfect Michigan spring day of May 9, watching my family, my self, and especially my dad welcome the calm of a picture-perfect death … Continue reading
Hospice room with a view, where for the first time in nearly nine months of the “cruel and unusual punishment” of severe West Nile Virus, my dad finally experienced what … Continue reading
My only uncle, Alex (or affectionately, Sascha), was and always will be my favorite uncle too. He was a psychoanalyst and also swore he was a vampire, “nibbling and nibbling … Continue reading
It’s hard to know what to say or do to mark a six-month anniversary that isn’t something one wants to remember — that almost got forgotten. The human brain is, … Continue reading
Here in Michigan this morning, toggling between the dilemmas and dramas related to two sick parents whose lives are never going back to wellness, and trying to self-manage (badly right … Continue reading
One of my sisters, who is also a good and insightful friend to me, asked me this evening, “What’s standing in your way of writing?” Her paid job is helping … Continue reading
In concept-fragments, texted and emailed to myself, I seem to be stockpiling essays that are stuck inside me, swirling around in my head, waiting to be written. The list grows … Continue reading