Love, Rare and Rich, Found and Worshiped

I woke to this world, bright and curious.It was a hunger that drove me,moved me,And when the world wounded me, time and again,with cold determination, I turned my backto the aching, stinging, burning hateand I followed my hunger, that ache to create and discover.It changed me.It made me hard on the surface, like so much…

The Rise and Fall of Joy

There’s a bipolar aspect to grief that isn’t often talked about in mainstream circles. And while the term “Waves” is often used when describing grief, exhaustively availed in metaphor — (waves of grief crash…, the rising tide of longing…, smashed in the surf of…) — one rarely gets the most prevalent similarity to “waves”; the…

The Walk, The Wall, or the Cliff

When I was young I believed in love. A hopeless romantic bruised by reality until, eventually, I put the notion away with other things from my childhood like the baseball mitt that I outgrew. You changed that. You, curious and sweet you, dug with me through that old box and found my old baseball mitt…

23 Days — A Painful Mile Marker

It’s been 23 days since my beautiful wife passed. That’s the longest amount of time I’ve ever gone without seeing my sweet girl, without kissing her good morning, without kissing her goodnight, without holding her hand under the covers as we went to sleep. Each day beyond this will be a new “longest time”, but…

Stop Crying

What do you do when the only person you’ve ever been able to fully express your emotions with, can’t be there anymore. Stop Crying. When you spend your whole life adjusting your personality to filter your emotions, it must be a special person who succeeds in unprogramming that trait. A harsh father, years of military…