When my daughter died, I clung tightly to her things. After my neighbor’s foreclosure, I began to let go of them.

I don’t remember where I heard it but I do remember when: my dad had died about two weeks before, and I was scrambling in the maelstrom of…

Facing survivor’s guilt, finding redemption, and learning to embrace life after the ultimate sacrifice

Notes on a Colossal Colonoscopy Competition

A funny thing happened on the way to enlightenment

Chopping off my own hair was my first act of gender expression and heteronormative resistance

How a quote on a wall changed it all.

And I want to read your writing

I cannot stop thinking about the inevitability of bullets  How they will leave us in pieces, in shadow, in splinters