Category Archives: Explorations

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 backyard of my childhood home. Oak trees and Bradford pears, sturdy maples. The weeping cherry tree where the morning dove nested this spring in a perfect cradle. Singing and cooing low into the afternoon. Her beady black eyes staring … Continue reading →

There’s a fight brewing in my home, in myself. What’s the safest thing to do to be with my family as we turn to the first holiday without my dad, in a global pandemic? Fly, drive, crawl, or stutter and … Continue reading →

How can a heart break. A muscle, an organ, a lifegiver, a lifetaker. This chamber contracts and that chamber expands. This valve flaps and then that valve flaps. The whirl of the oxygenated blood, rolling like a rich iron river, … Continue reading →

It is round or a square with four sharp 90-degree edges. It is smooth, like the skin on your forearm or the downy of anything new. Or rough as a million-year old pebble strewn from some volcanic eruption. Perfect is … Continue reading →

What is this season. Is it the fire and smoke season. Or that time of turning, reminiscent of my childhood with crimson leaves and pomegranates. Is it Friday night football games and homecomings. Or an early surprise snowfall just to … Continue reading →