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November 28, 2017

For Grethel* on Her Birthday

Words waiting to coat the tongue

evaporate when a conch pearl’s inner

flame lights the eye. The brilliance

of her spark often hides in pretty-pretty

pink porcelain, a camouflage coat

that only seems fragile. Each year

in this other home lays a cry...

November 8, 2017

When I was little, there'd always come a point in the day when I would set aside my coloring, take my mom a piece of paper, and ask for math.  She would patiently write out a sheet of numbers for me to trace, to match with drawings of the same number of flowers or star...

July 20, 2017

Anyone who knows my son knows that he is funny, creative, and witty (sometimes acerbically so).  He is a warrior for social justice and stands in his truth proudly and without fear.  

What you may not know is that, before all of that, he saved me.

In 2004, less than...

July 19, 2017

My father passed away in 2001, and my mother succumbed to cancer in 2011.  Anyone who has lost a loved one can tell you that you are never quite the same again, and the grief never fully goes away.  

We are all seen in different ways by and hold different roles for...

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