Category Archives: As an aside

The shared word for a shared place. Where the Mississippi river meets the Atchafalaya river meets the Gulf. Estuaries filled with shrimp and speckled trout, egret and osprey, cypress swamps, oyster reefs. Where people and tongues and cultures and inflections … Continue reading →

I cried today. I remember the point after which my dad died, maybe it was four months, perhaps five, where I didn’t cry every day. Maybe it was some indicator of a new stage of grief. Or maybe it was … Continue reading →

What is this land if not always changing? The arid grass and live oak landscape, co-evolved with the rise and fall of the oceans. Expansion and contraction of the earth itself, as each turn causes an inhale and an exhale. … Continue reading →

Can you imagine What it is To be wrapped in silk Its soft, indulgent embrace Undemanding in its inquiry, its invitation, Its holding. Just to be held The silk spinning around you Over and over again. Once, twice, 100 times, … Continue reading →

There are a million and one ways to die. Protests against a fanatical interpretation of a religion, suspension bridge collapses, stampedes, a virus. Those were just today’s headlines. There are a million and one ways to die. To die even … Continue reading →

The sound of the summer. Loudest underneath the shade of the large oak trees in the backyard, even in the still of an afternoon. No birds or butterflies passing by. The sun at its peak, sky so bright it’s white. … Continue reading →

Why are we like this? Today.  On the day that the embryo storage fee is due, a sterile reminder, coming from accounts payable, of those potential life-giving cells that remain frozen together, hung in space and time, an ellipses, an … Continue reading →

Spring:  this is the season I thought I’d quit missing him, graduate into a steady state. All the birdsong, native honey bees, chatter of the hummingbird clutches filling the open spaces that grief creates in its wake. The jonquils and … Continue reading →

This body. It’s amazing to me that when our bodies work the best When we’re young The muscles and sinews and fascia all flexible, fluid We don’t realize it, appreciate it, yearn for it. For the ease Having muscle memory … Continue reading →