“I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been — if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you — you will know that there comes in the end a sort … Continue reading Breathless, waiting for dawn
Tag: grief
Originally posted on April 4, 2018. So I went on a journey this last weekend to find my grandparents’ graves. I was in Houston anyway after dropping a friend off at the airport and I don’t get much time off to go adventuring between work and school. I didn’t expect it to be so gut-wrenching. … Continue reading Grief is complicated
Last month was hard. It seems like I always lose people I care about in October. When you leave fundamentalism, usually no one from that world will listen to you, especially not a parent. Pege and her husband were different. I'd been kicked out of my church two and a half years before when I … Continue reading Remembering Pege
I have serious thoughts this time of year even though I didn't grow up in a tradition that celebrated Lent. I also have this bad habit of watching disturbing historical films and getting emotionally overwhelmed. A couple of years ago, I watched The Stoning of Soraya M. over winter break. My roommates had just left … Continue reading Injustice, suffering and The Stoning of Soraya M.
I read two slam poems this month at the LogOn Cafe poetry slam. One of my goals for 2016 is to write a new spoken word poem every month. Here’s January’s poem. It’s September again,and I feel autumn rushing through my fingertipslike frozen yellow leaved sunshineand I remember when I drank your words like water.That … Continue reading Poem: September Again
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