Thinking about writing.

Tag: Grief

The things inside.

Photo of nuns in Byzantine monastery

Eight years ago today, I slipped on the ice, fell, and hit my head on a curb. I woke up in the arms of one of the nuns I was living with, who was crying and saying, “Sister, wake up! Read more…

It goes on.

Glenda and Melissa 1966

If you’re not careful, it will sneak up on you. You might be having a conversation with the librarian in the public library about how her bracelet looks like your rosary. She says that, yeah, her mom’s rosary looks like Read more…