Writing and Redemption

Morning comes too soon With tiny frigid fingers Dragging me from my dreams.  Inside the recesses of my consciousness The langua...

This is not my diary. You will not find the dirty laundry of my life etched out on your computer screen. You will only see what I want you...

Connected like Dust particles to the surface of a Coffee table - easily disturbed. We are tiny fragments We are friends Acquaintance...

There is no solution to grief. Grief never actually goes away. It does not diminish. Why am I talking about grief? Because I have a ne...

Part 3 Wednesday, January 8 through Thursday, January 9 You would think that delivering Lila would be the end of the story. Most of us w...

Part 2 Wedne sday, January 8 Sharon, my nurse, is an African-American woman with medium length hair curled up at the ends and deep brow...

Part 1 Tuesday, January 7 to Wednesday, January 8 Going into my 38 week OB appointment with my four and a half year old daughter was...