Monthly Archives: November 2021

I was listening to a podcast this week – “grief is a sneaky bitch” – where john a. powell was reflecting on his life, the work, and why we are where we are, disconnected yet yearning for connection, finding a … Continue reading →

How many times have you been in purgatory?In the doorwayIn the tube of the PET/CTIn the space before reaching 10,000 feetIn the hold on the phone with a credit card companyIn the time between turning the lights off and falling … Continue reading →

We were sitting there, side by side, at the scratched up wooden kitchen table at 604 S. Hibbard. Mail, tea cups, paper towels used then folded in half to be used again at each placemat. It was an afternoon in … Continue reading →