I see it in your little clothes. One minute they seem too big, then suddenly appear small and faded and overly pushy that time has passed and you’re growing up. While you are busy growing up and out, I’m keeping a watchful heart for rocks at your feet, fallen trees, and thorny stems. I know… Read More Little Laundry
“What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.” ― Oscar Wilde I have spent all of my life in my brother’s shadow; the safest place I could find in my early years, yet the loneliest in his last. He always had more… Read More The Body of the Soul
What could have been a Saturday to forget. A day to be alive but not one for the books. But then the call and the clouds and the hovering above and the stepping over in an attempt to make you reappear. I couldn’t find you among your own things, the few things you called home.… Read More Epistolary
It’s here, under these very trees, that my brother and I spent our childhood. Playing, escaping, running to and from things. The beautiful and the terrifying entered the woods with us. But here is where I find peace in his absence. Where even the sun has to work to break in and bring light; where… Read More Mise en Scène
Mental illness and addiction have affected one side of my family for generations. The stigma attached to both of these afflicitons (although often one in the same) have silenced those suffering and their families. Mental illness is a disease; addiction is often seen as a choice, but so frequently lies alongside mental illness as a… Read More World Mental Health Day
I’m learning that my new normal is living life and missing my brother. The two will be deep-rooted lifelong friends. I remember him asking me once how I was always so happy, and at the time I gave some under-thought response. If I could go back and change one thing, it would be to hear… Read More Hearing Between the Lines
Some days I forget we grew older and the sliver of space between us broke-open wider as we filled it with travel and companions and children. There is a saying about being broken-open. It’s how the light gets in.