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The Day Before Graduation

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on May 27, 2026| 2 Comments »


for Vivian
 
Already she knows terrible things happen. 
Already she knows the pleasure of scrambling
in the woods at night with friends and singing
too loud and making bad choices that are sometimes
exactly the right choices. She knows sobs and 
silliness. She knows how much humans can hurt
each other. She knows how a touch or a tender
word erases nothing but creates its own plot of trust. 
 
There was a time when my job was to protect her,
filling her pages with beauty and courage and honesty.
Now my job is mostly to love her, to give her her own pen. 
Because terrible things happen. And she is the one now 
who shapes her story. Every writer knows, we write 
what we know—and what we can’t ever know. 
I pray what emerges is the impossible—an irrational,
deep rooted love for this difficult, glorious world. 

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There Is A Road Inside Me

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 13, 2025| 4 Comments »



I remember the day I stopped
believing that. Then everything
was sky.

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Framing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on March 20, 2025| 11 Comments »



In the photo on my phone, my son stands beside
a key deer, one hand limp at his side, the other
extending toward the spindly creature,
his delighted gaze on me where I stand behind
the camera. I don’t remember why he’s wearing
a shoelace tied around his head, but
his hair is bunched up and the look on his face says
he is both frightened by the deer and longing
to be closer to it. Oh, to love what we don’t understand. It
is ten years before he will take his life.
There are no clues in this photo of the tears.
The way his eyes will dull to black. The empty room.
The choice he made in that doorway.
No, in this photo, the aperture is still wide and
the Florida light reflects off his still-blonde
hair. What’s to come is more blurred than
the tropical trees behind him and the deer. Here, he is
still so curious about what might happen next, and
me, though I know now will happen in his story, it
doesn’t stop me from loving the boy
in that photo. Nor does it stop me from
loving him now. That love still framing
my life.

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