Author Archives: meaghancc

The snow swirled around us, my Mom and me, as we slowly ascended the Santa Catalina mountains north of Tucson. January 2001. We were ill prepared in my little four-door Ford Taurus. I thought Tucson was sunny over 300 days … Continue reading →

Finally: rain The release The sky opening, unzipping, finally, under the weight of all that heaviness Hearing it in the distance, open notch by notch Falling out, billowing towards me From the horizon To now above me To the bath, … Continue reading →

i love this idea of living with purpose as the actual living itself. the breathing, the being, the showing up, the settling in, the doing. rather than the pressure and perfection and overdoing it until i’m out of steam, motivation, … Continue reading →

i’m the narrator, the main character, the protagonist of all of this. or i try to be.  it’s going to be a year like no other. isn’t that what we say every january 1? the resolutions, the betterments, the shedding … Continue reading →

Hospice is a verb. I realize this in 2020. Between the detritus, the deaths, the systems collapsing, the cracks and gaping holes letting the light shine on what’s always been there in the roots and crumbling brick. What will we … Continue reading →

I saw a video of a woman, holding a glass of wine steadily in her hand, as she backed up and tucked all of her limbs, including the hand with the wine, into a dryer and promptly shut the door. … Continue reading →

I was sitting in my living room in San Francisco, sipping a cup of tea and watching some feel-good series about Black love. Dropping down into comfort enough, my body heavy. And I felt it. Felt a memory in my … Continue reading →

The sun, peaking over the sweeping steppe. Like a burst. Saying, here I am. Remember me. I was gone and now I’m back. I always come back for you. Its long shadows tracing the mesas. The layers of earth, sand, … Continue reading →