My dear friend now dead animates me from within

Leave past selves behind

We are all crippled. We carry the scars of the battles we have fought.

The day was unremarkable in every way, nondescript, routine, until it wasn’t. That’s how it happens, suddenly and without warning.

The National Museum of African American History and Culture is a singular sight, standing almost in the middle of the National Mall, juxtaposed against the Washington Monument

I received a series of texts from a dear friend, arriving amidst the ordinariness of my day.  “Send some prayers.” “My sister is on life support.” “My sister passed away at 3PM…”

I just finished reading The Maytrees by Annie Dillard, my first experience of this amazing writer…

John O'Donohue, an Irish writer who weaves his words around compelling truths, inviting the reader into a deeper relationship with themselves and the world, authored a book called To Bless The Space…