Loss/Grief

The Slowing. (A Poem)

Words come slow and steady on the paper where my heart and my tea pours, and I feel the warmth of the Autumn sun against my cheeks. It fills my mind with thoughts of beauty, of life, of death, and the endless cycle that it is. How nothing in this world lasts, but how it is good and helpful and wise,… read more

My Journey to Health: Finding Community

One of the first things I noticed about the hospital at Oasis, is that they left the patients’ room doors open. Unless the doctors were discussing confidential information with the patient, there was plenty of freedom to come and go, and to visit each other as we pleased. In fact, that kind of interaction seemed to be promoted. I should not have been surprised. It… read more

My Journey to Health: Cancer, Part 3

We were all shocked and devasted by my father’s sudden passing. Even my mom who had spent the last two days with him, did not suspect that the end was near. We believed with all our hearts that he would be healed, up to the very end. When I waved goodbye to him at the airport, I had… read more

My Journey to Health: Cancer, Part 2

At first it seemed that my dad did well under the treatment at Oasis. He fought against nausea and a metallic taste in his mouth from the chemo, which made him not want to eat, but other than that, he seemed to be doing okay. That is, until about seven weeks into it… That’s when we… read more

My Journey to Health: Cancer, Part 1

It’s been seven years since I got the call that my dad had cancer. But I remember my Mama’s somber words, as if it was yesterday. Even her optimistic and hopeful attitude could not mask the brevity of such news. It seared into my conscience like the damp concrete of our Carolina patio piercing my bare feet. Life and… read more

His Name Was Johnny.

I met him when he was three and I was sixteen. My sister and I had traveled from our home in Ohio, to a tiny community in East Tennessee, for a wedding, and since we knew a few of his (many!) sisters, they welcomed us to stay with their family. We instantly bonded with all… read more

Why Do You Cry, Mama?

It’s Saturday and it’s still early. I get up and make some coffee, and lay out my still-sleeping daughter’s clothes for her Christmas program. Everything is fine, until I go online to check my e-mail, and that’s when I see the pictures. The heartbreaking pictures of yesterday’s shooting. We don’t watch the news at our house, and barely any tv, so this is the first… read more