When I chose my WORD for 2019, I didn’t anticipate the tender layers that would have to be stripped from me to reveal my most “natural” self. I wanted to live truthfully, but as it turned out, my “truth” involved a lot of loss, unresolved grief, and generational trauma.
Read MoreOn an early morning in December, I lit a candle and spoke a promise out into the ether:
“I will not keep you out of my life.”
I repeated it like a mantra, over and over, to my father,
wherever he was.
As it turns out, he was right there with me, and he has been the whole time.
Read MoreSometimes the body will feel like an empty shell, or...
Read MoreI finished this book yesterday. Reading it made me feel like I was gaining some ground to stand on, during a time when I felt as if I was free-falling through the space between me and my lost father.
Read MoreI’ve been in hibernation since the last full moon, after visiting my father’s grave.
I’ve been...
Read MoreOn January 19th, 1982, I lost my father.
He was 19.
I was six months old.
I wasn’t of an age to grieve.
I wasn’t of an age to mourn.
But I’ve carried the sadness with me all this time.
Read MoreI look in the mirror and I see…
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