The first time I gave up I was four years old. My abuela — grandmother — was dying at home. I stood by her bedside,
Tag: death
In grief, an open space for grace
I disappeared eight months ago. From life, from friends, from Facebook. It was intentional. I’ve needed — and still need — a container with hard
Riding the waves of the moment
The wind buffets and flaps the awning on the front porch of the beach house where I’m staying. Periodic gusts moan around the eaves and