Loss of Friend
My Friend Teeja. My Guardian Angel.
In Nya’s Own Words In Florida, I was born a day after the school year cut off that basically set me back a year in
February 28, 2024
In Nya’s Own Words In Florida, I was born a day after the school year cut off that basically set me back a year in
Two words. That’s all it took for the persistent, gnawing fear that had been lurking in the depths of my mind to materialize suddenly. One
I woke to find a familiar weight on my chest. It pressed and crushed the air from my lungs, Shredding and shattering something inside; I
I took a walk in the woods today, I thought of you along the way. I missed your voice and your smile, I missed you
This Good Friday is all about death. This observation crosses my mind on this solemn holy day as I make the hour-long journey northward from
ACT I One last moment in the lights… Like his life, Jim’s death held enough suspense, drama, and intrigue for a three-act play, and as
For D.K. On the day of your passing I watched your friends scatter— some, to high places—tops of trees to wave their branches in winds
Today is the funeral of Mollie, a dear friend who died from ovarian cancer over Thanksgiving weekend. It is also her birthday. She would have
Dear Carl: Why is it so difficult to put down on paper some of the thoughts of my heart? Perhaps because I feel so empty.
Tumors. Carved out. I’m awake and afraid to touch my soft belly…flat…empty. Seven years growing in me like a child with no heart…hard, round, weighty.
