Writings
Published on January 05, 2021
Company of Stars
I am here, at the crack of dawn, doing this thing. It is simply deciding, choosing. To set the alarm, Get out of bed, Sit down with pen and paper, To be here, doing this […]
Published on November 25, 2020
The Journey Home
On an altar of white silk we placed her body. She is that now, a body. We dressed her in a vibrant pink and orange dress she used to wear when she sang. We surrounded her with flowers, […]
Published on September 17, 2020
Underneath the Noise of Her Leaving
What is this feeling? It is joy, it is pleasure, it is fun. It is lightness. Free from worry and resentment and sorrow and anger. It is a sparkle of sunlight in a thick fog. […]
Published on September 07, 2020
We Are Enough
We are the blending in. The eyes lowered shut and the shoulders bent in and our curves covered over. We blend in small, we blend in quiet, we blend in soft, we blend in good. […]
Published on August 24, 2020
Another Bridge
Don’t look too far ahead. At the tsunami headed our way. Don’t look up from the path in front, the next footstep in front. Watch out for rabbit holes and landmines, They are everywhere as […]
Published on June 17, 2020
Puppet on a String
She is like a puppet on a string, my Mother. “It’s time to wake up, Ma.” Even as she lies blissfully asleep, comfortable, free of pain or sorrow. But her diapers are soaked and there’s the smell […]
Published on June 10, 2020
This, Too, is True.
What is True? I am struggling with this one. Some truths are easier to accept than others. Some are a surprise. Some come upon me, like eyes awakening. A big OH! Like turning a corner and there […]
Published on June 04, 2020
We Keep Her Here
I am witnessing what is happening in my mother’s body. Feet swollen, that step so carefully, on broken glass. As gravity pulls at her back, her head. Come to me, fall into me, it welcomes. Sleep pulls her […]
Published on May 17, 2020
The Gift that is this Virus
Yesterday was a beautiful Saturday in Los Angeles, but it could have been a Thursday or a Monday in these strange times. We sat out on the patio, my sister, my mom and myself. Our mom sat […]
