Category Archives: Explorations

It was my dad’s birthday yesterday. He would have been 72. In between my steady stream of work, I kept a Van Morrison soundtrack on softly in the background. I was Dad’s brown-eyed girl. One of the last times Dad … Continue reading →

The low pressure system off the west coast The denseness of the Arctic’s peatland, trapping generations of exhale The prayer for a marriage between two hydrogen and one oxygen The direction of the wind, not four but 360 The birds … Continue reading →

I don’t know what happens when we die, if anything happens. And here’s the thing, I won’t know until it happens, or doesn’t happen. But I now understand what becomes of the physical remains of a body, what the iterations … Continue reading →

When I was little, I was obsessed with those word games in the Highlights magazine. Match the words up to their definitions, find the hidden words in the puzzle or the picture. I remember being glued to the TV, PBS … Continue reading →

I’ve become obsessed with my family tree. I guess that’s what happens when one branch of it, the sturdy branch below me, breaks off, drops down while disappearing into thin air, leaving only traces of DNA in my brothers and … Continue reading →

I feel like a wrung out rag. Like that dirty cloth my Dad kept in the garage, with various stripes of residue from an engine, or an oil change, or from wiping down the cabinets filled with random screws from … Continue reading →

I’ve been waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting for a saving grace, waiting for a moment. There are so many ways to wait. When my mom and dad were young, before the three of us kids came into their lives, … Continue reading →

The house had sat vacant for nearly three months. Old, still, silent. We had to clear a spider web from the steps to even walk up to the front door. There were puddles of gnats in random places throughout the … Continue reading →