11Oct

The difference between living and waiting, and maybe even waiting around to die

This is not living. I am not living. I haven’t been for a long time. Something a friend shared with me reminded me of that.

13Mar

Three years in, I wouldn’t change a thing, except maybe I’d change everything

I’ve mostly been alone inside my studio apartment for 1,094 straight days, and I’m on fumes.

04Dec

My inner Marla Hooch steps to the plate, long after a plot twist nobody saw coming

A co-worker’s story timed for the 30th anniversary of “A League of Their Own” inspired me to tell a story I’ve kept to myself till now.

09Sep

9/11: Twenty years later, managing the pain pile-ons as a pandemic’s third winter approaches

I closed my bedroom door after 9/11. Whatever evil lurked outside my apartment would have to open an extra door to find me.

14Aug

A Song While Driving: There’s a Light Beyond These Woods (Mary Margaret)

This story the day after Nanci Griffith’s death will always be incomplete, because how can I tell you about the 10-year-old friend I never had?

21Jun

One last love letter to my car, my longtime companion on this journey of mine

My car was stolen for the second time this year, and now, our time together is over. Here, I write to process the grief.

01Nov

My dad died 40 years ago today

My dad died 40 years ago today. He is on my mind.

26Jul

Tom Hanks on surviving, breathing — and who is with us on our island

Tom Hanks is a big believer in breathing, I told a friend with PTSD seven years ago. Here are the quotes I shared with her.

08Apr

Well, it took me years to get those souvenirs …

John Prine personalized his “Souvenirs” CD for me almost a decade ago, and the layers to that story remind me of his textured songs. Here are a few of both.

12Oct

A love letter to my therapist, and to yours

Whether I am speaking only for myself or also for others, here is long-overdue thanks to my therapist.

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The difference between living and waiting, and maybe even waiting around to die

Three years in, I wouldn’t change a thing, except maybe I’d change everything

My inner Marla Hooch steps to the plate, long after a plot twist nobody saw coming

9/11: Twenty years later, managing the pain pile-ons as a pandemic’s third winter approaches

A Song While Driving: There’s a Light Beyond These Woods (Mary Margaret)

One last love letter to my car, my longtime companion on this journey of mine

My dad died 40 years ago today

Tom Hanks on surviving, breathing — and who is with us on our island

Well, it took me years to get those souvenirs …

A love letter to my therapist, and to yours