Lightning Crashes

I feel so much resistance to this blank page recently and find every excuse to avoid the work. Perhaps I fear the vulnerability, because I know once I am placed here, whatever is meant to flow from me will come – and sometimes, the truth is hard to acknowledge let alone depict with words. Alas,…

Like My Mother

She was so much more than I’ve allowed myself to remember. Death is a great mystery – the ultimate hurt or the most welcome redemption. Hers fragmented my heart, the wound obliterating it from merely broken to irreplaceably shattered; for ten years now, the hurt left in the wake of her final days formed the…