Yet somehow, despite all my ferocious treading, we were slipping beneath the waves.

Saturday musings about how to sidestep a person who drives me stark raving crazy

I don’t need it anymore.

This piece includes flash memories of my late sister Suzannah, who died just two months ago. It’s a record of all the beautiful ways I hope to remember her.

For my mum.

Taking stock of 46.

Warning! Multiple expletives, for which I offer no apology.

One of my darker pieces, coincidentally written in January of 2020 before COVID-19 had reached the states.

This is one of my favorites and, although it is less personal in content, it nonetheless feels entirely intimate to me. I think it may also prove relevant today, now that so many of us are sheltering in place. I hope you enjoy it!