Protest I

How does it feel / to be on your own / with no direction home / a complete unknown / just like a rolling stone? I am terribly alight with rage, so laden with sorrow—sometimes in passing, other times for days, weeks, longer (I don’t know what proportion of my days are spent this way, […]

Listen Close to What We Say (because this type of shit happens every day)

One of my favorite podcasts, RISK!, has a story of mine live as part of this week’s show, “Rejection.” Please listen to it if you have a corner of time open. Not long after the episode posted, a woman commented, chiding the host, and me, for running a story that, according to the commenter, made […]

“We don’t talk about it.”

My mother’s side of the family keeps secrets–semi-secrets partly known to me. My mother allows the secrets out here and there over the years, gives them some sun and air, lets them stretch and run a little. It must relieve her, a little. My mother tells me things others might color with shame, maybe because […]