The last time I was here in Dallas, and the last time I saw everyone, was during that horrendous week of planning and attending my sister’s funeral. Everywhere is loss, everywhere I look. It is harder than I thought it…
The Dread of Making Plans in the Month of June
I made that map at the end of May 2012. When I made that map, I had already known for two months that I would be moving to Albania. I envisioned an epic “Goodbye, America!” road trip, going to see…
Gracious Goes: The Day He Left and I Stayed
A week after he told me he was leaving, Bobby left. It was Monday, September 23rd, and the sun was shining because it didn’t know we’d been up all night and the morning would hurt so much when it came….
For My Sister: A Name I Love and A Face I Miss
It took me almost a year to be able to even write about it. I still don’t have the right words. June 18th was the day the summer carved and cut from me, shredding and scattering and leaving the hollow. The…
Caught Up in the Slick, Dark Stuff of Grief
“As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of…
