Originally Posted December 9, 2018Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me … Continue reading Death Is Nothing At All
Originally Posted October 22, 2018 for robynI am grabbing at life todaysilhouettes of dogwood,white ash, and tulip poplara delirious pleasurethe light through the treesilluminates particlesi know we are the dust of it all.harper can smell the fragmentsin green blades, smoke, and vermin miles away.her dark wet nose and keen mindwill know up to forty feetwhat … Continue reading Harper
On September 18th, four years ago, incurable cancer became a part of our story. I had to write about it in order to cope. Writing felt like the air I needed to breathe.On September 8th, only one year ago, the remains of my beloved mother were sealed inside a niche in a columbarium at Glendale … Continue reading Untitled
"Je ne sais pas où va mon chemin mais je sais que je marche mieux quand ma main serre la tienne."- Alfred de Musset (1810–57)I do not know where my path is going, but I know that I walk better when my hand holds yours.
Things that made me smile the last two weeks … What made you smile? Having drinks with my neighbor and friend, Taylor, Friday. We used some of my mom's glasses from the hutch collections to sip our blueberry sour lambic. She helped me untangle ribbon for the gift boxes. We talked about anything and … Continue reading Sunday , Sunday – Edition 2
I regret that I didn't write and share photos more in 2017 in this special space. The loss of Grandma Mary at the end of 2016 extinguished a spark in my heart. I worried that the spark could never return. I now know that her death changed me, Leah, as I know myself, evermore. It … Continue reading Dearest Don Raine – This Was 2017
Dan is super chill. There just isn't much that can ruffle him. He gets scanxiety (scan anxiety) just like the best of us, but he never really worries or freaks out. The only way I know how to describe him to people is that he is "zen." There's not much that can ruffle his feathers. … Continue reading After MRI Results