Sitting on the A train, heading downtown from Harlem. Living my dream. Heading to a niche New York eatery and an evening of art. From this dream I would edit the 12 hours spent in an emergency room in Queens. Hours full of distant moans and pleas for God, hallways Read more
My intention was to post a Mother’s Day tribute this morning and then have a day of self care. This is the 18th Mother’s Day without her. My grief is now adult sized. It’s matriculated through the stages (a few times). We take a vote, my grief and I, and Read more
How do you make a memory? Seriously. I want the formula. My memories and what I remember are separate universes. I can memorize pages of dialogue within an afternoon but on Monday morning I can’t remember a joke I heard Saturday night. I often get stumped when asked how my Read more
It’s how an ordinary day becomes extraordinary. I don’t know it’s going to happen when I open I eyes. I’m just glad for another day and I try to practice all the mindfulness and awareness possible before I’m wired with caffeine and internet. If I’m not behind schedule with the Read more
I am. I am very worried. No one else is, but I am. They’ve been cleaning house and leaving what they don’t want on the sidewalk. It started with books, old hardcover titles acquired at book signings but not worth keeping anymore. Another morning it was an old milk crate Read more
The streets are slick with rain and a thousand yellow Maple buds paint the asphalt. I remember your ridiculous yellow slicker but I don’t remember the trees. It was always night when we roamed the streets. Your wallet chain jingled as we careened down the mostly silent sidewalks, our Doc Read more
They are a perfect set. Karin is thrilled at the find. Sally Ann is the giver that keeps on giving and today is like a birthday. Karin picks up the bone china cup marveling at the Yves Klein blue of it, there is a circle of gold where it sat Read more
inspired by Hope on a Tightrope by Cornel West, 8 min 2.19.13 @ my desk “Well ain’t this a stitch. Huh Eddie?” Marie whispers the words because she is losing breath. She is numb from the waist down but she feels a sharp stab when she chuckles. There isn’t anything funny about Read more