Demanding Patience

   His vast, blue, ratty recliner is the last place I saw Michael alive. It was the place where I gave his stone cold body desperate and ter...

   This time and last time.    This year and last year.        Michael. Matt DeCample. Lisa Fischer. A room echoing with noise.    Emp...

    The sale of Mom’s house has closed; the check is in the bank; all I still need to do about her house is to get through to three utilitie...

   Mom was 64 when Dad died.     I am 63 and Michael has died.    She married Dad when she was 30, after knowing him less than a year. The...

Dewdrop and Rosebud, white mice, were buried under the canna lilies in the gritty drip-line bed behind the house at 1824 Byrnes Drive, in Mc...

   I wrestle with thoughts of calling out someone who keeps telling me I am not grieving properly. She says I am avoiding and denying my gri...

   How perfect is it that there is a giant hole in my house?