A child reached out for my hand today his sweet nugget fingers sticky with morning life, it felt as natural as breath. I did notContinue Reading
Black ants and driftwood, when writing means life
Everyone wants to be a writer. And they should. Leading the dance of words across a page to create a picture that the reader canContinue Reading
This is grief, for now not ever
I rock back and forth, arms pinned in close, left hand in fist on my sternum, right hand clasped over it. This is grief. ThisContinue Reading
Stop it, just stop it
I’ve noticed, of late, actually scratch that, I’ve noticed for a long time the number of people who comment on images of their friends’ daughtersContinue Reading
The puddle that thinks it’s a creek
“Hey, how are you?” It’s Justine, my friend from Queensland calling to make Christmas plans. “You’ve got me in the middle of burning my motherContinue Reading
The life of an adult child
For six weeks in a languid summer four years ago, deep in the south of France, I lived a simple life in a medieval villageContinue Reading
Sugar coated grief is still grief, no matter how you coat it
I returned to the place of my mother’s death today. A lone hospital room in neutral hues with a view of the blossom trees thatContinue Reading
Suicide, a 7 letter word with more than 13 reasons why
This post is about suicide. It may trigger you or cause you distress. You have every right to look away if you think it willContinue Reading
Since when did life come with a stylist and a hashtag?
I cut my thighs the other day, deliberately. On an image editing website. It was easy to slither off a bit of my thigh, softenContinue Reading
You can’t kill someone with kindness, just try
My ex boyfriend once showed up at home with shopping bags filled with women’s clothes. For me. I had, in a funk of self loathing,Continue Reading