the last night

Two years ago today, we had to say goodbye to Isabel. I don’t talk about this day too much but it feels wrong to let the day slide by without honoring it in its own terrible beauty. Bill had gone home the night before to be with Talia but I stayed overnight in a room…

what remains

Ashes set into the sea in an orange salt urn glowing blue on the way down Instead of a child frolicking in the surf. Do you see, friend? Whatever I ask of you will never be as great as what was taken from me. During our recent trip to Kauai, I had one of those…

behind the smiles

Behind the smiles, the emojis the exclamation points on Facebook; behind the ‘normal’ chit-chat and “I’m fines”; behind the texts and business and noise of life, you can hear it. If you sit with me in the quiet, and listen, you will hear it too. A high, keening wail. If you cut me open, you…