Author Archives: meaghancc

My friend Keecha said to me, “comparing your traumas to the world’s traumas is a form of violence. Don’t do it. Stop immediately.” And like I and so many people in this country do to Black women – I don’t … Continue reading →

I asked him As he was falling asleep On the phone I said I was thinking about fishing recently and how you used to take me To the Staunton Country Club Which wasn’t really a country club at all, the … Continue reading →

The Isolation Journals Prompt: Write a letter to your younger self. Thank them, praise them, scold them, comfort them—engage in whatever way you feel led with one or many versions of your younger self. Whatever comes to mind. Now, let’s … Continue reading →

The Isolation Journals Prompt: Okay, close your eyes. Maybe lie down so you’re cozy? A blanket is nice. Okay. What do you see? At first, it’s dark in there. But if you really look, you will start to see pictures. … Continue reading →

All we can do is dig. That’s what I thought to myself as I hung up the phone. The conversation was light. Focused on the mundane – the length of my commute today, the number of phone calls I was … Continue reading →

No one dies in the spring, with or without the rain. That’s what I think when I come onto our porch and notice the puddles of plum blossoms, white, faint pink petals nestled into the corners of the stairs. Like … Continue reading →

It was one of those three-day weekend kind of Mondays. A Monday dressed up as a Sunday. I read quietly in the backyard, 2pm sun just so, moving its angle a few minutes away from a solstice and a few … Continue reading →

What is our life between a birth and a death A broken road and a marriage Between the hours of 9-5 and 5-9 A diagnosis and an all-clear A west coast and a Midwest Two oceans Rural and urban 143rd … Continue reading →