A season of reflection

Christmas ornament with mom's name.

This isn’t a poetry-related post, but it’s been my first Christmas/holiday season without my mother, and the first in which I have had to acknowledge myself an orphan — a reality I’ve found unmooring. My father died in 2017, but with my mom passing away in January, I’ve been thinking a lot about her especially […]

No compass for navigating loss

Moving ahead since my father’s death in March has happened one foot in front of the other. Specific types of writing and reading have been lifelines.