The Next Problem
My dog is not worried about tomorrow. She cares, if that is even the right word, about the squirrel in front of her right now. When the squirrel is gone, so is the concern. She…
The Unwritten Morning
Have you ever woken up to a new day and really wondered what it held? Not a passing thought, but a real reckoning with the next few hours. When you live with a chronic illness,…
When Memories Become Ghosts of the Past
Some days, memory ambushes me without warning. I will be standing in the kitchen, reaching for a cup, and something, a slant of morning light, the smell of salt air drifting in from the coast,…
When Memories Become Ghosts of the Past
Some days, memory ambushes me without warning. I will be standing in the kitchen, reaching for a cup, and something, a slant of morning light, the smell of salt air drifting in from the coast,…
The Country Called Normal
Do something difficult. Close your eyes and go back to before. Not last week. Not last year. Before that. Go back to when you woke up in the morning and didn’t think about your inventory.…
