grief
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When Life is Less Than
I’ve always played with my food, often creating edible zen gardens with dinner supper the evening meal. It annoyed my father who was a hard-working blue color worker; it frustrated my mother who was a peace-keeping stay-at-home-mom; it amused my… Continue reading
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Undone in Burlington
I don’t know if it was the beautiful trees or engaging conversation, but my decades younger cousin, Megan, overshot the entrance to the Burlington, Vermont airport. It was a quick turnaround–maybe two minutes–and we were the only car at the… Continue reading
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The Wreckage of Grief
It’s been years since I’ve auditioned for a show–just didn’t feel well enough, but a couple of weeks ago I auditioned. In the middle of the day I received the news I got the part of ‘Hattie McGee’, a character… Continue reading
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A Grief Observed
No one told me about the inescapable, overwhelming exhaustion… emergency naps lasting for hours…involuntary yawns reaching deep without warning…brain fog making accessing ordinary words difficult. I knew about the contentment upon waking lasting for mere seconds… playfully enticing me into happiness… … Continue reading
