The Feed

244: Rubble

Written in response to the Syria/ Turkey Earthquake, Feb. 2023

214: Stolen

You do not know my body, the gait of my walk, the lines around my eyes, the curve of my shoulders, the dip behind my knees. You do not...

210: I Prefer My Monsters Under the Bed

Last night I had the dream- the active shooter dream the one where we’re all together but I can’t find you. You’re in the crowd. People...

209: Cut (it) Short

I wish I could tell my friends it will never happen to you. This gut-wrenching marriage-ending world-burning pain, it will never happen...

195: March 2020 / March 2022

It began there, but we can feel it here. It’s all people are talking about. The news is always on. Would you like to sign up for a...

194: When the World is Coming to an End

This morning New York froze over- a sheet of ice blanketed the city, reminding us what cold feels like. Yesterday Russia invaded Ukraine-...

185: Birdsong

For Colleyville I’ve heard that the reason birds sing in the morning is to say to one another I made it through the night. I guess that’s...

182: Deja Vu

It’s better and worse all at the same time. We’ve been here before. I never liked deja vu. Some people stay optimistic, they say it’s...

181: House Calls

I don’t often have heavy days. When sadness makes her house calls I’m usually so far down the list that she doesn’t get to me. She spends...

175: Notes on Grief/ Note on the Pandemic

167: Handwritten Notes and Park Benches

I write the neighbor’s names on a worn index card and tape it to the fridge- Alana and Neil, Apartment 3. I don’t want to forget. Then I...

159: The Wrong Side of the Bed

Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed- angry and anxious, my chest tight before the curtains even opened. Doesn’t my body know I’m...

155: Coda

They started by telling me that he was an amazing singer. They said- You should have heard him at the Christmas concert in December with...

147: Describing Call

Isn't it amazing how grief and joy can braid themselves together? Like water in tide pools at the beach, the water keeps coming and the...

137: What Love is For