Vestal Virgin 27.10.2020

It was summer 2002. The year before I lost my innocence totally and irrevocably; the year before I became a parent. The losses of innocence started early on, likely predating even my toddler remembrances. But this was the first public verbal instance. We were at […]

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Raw

Inside feels raw. High tide of grief for a family I didn’t know, but who were only at two removes from me: the son and his family of my aunt’s close friends. The nature of death shocking and numerous – four out of six dead, […]

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Mother-in-law 12.10.2020

She has the luxury of grandparenting. At one remove, able to see what I could be doing better. Able to give the advice I’ve tried to impart over years, in those five minutes making a cup of tea, not looking at the angsty one. And […]

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The Trees are Gone

02.10.2020 Yesterday I heard a man cutting down a tree. The consistent thud wasn’t placeable until I moved the curtain, barrier to the outside, and located the death tap. A lady walked up the path beside the now fallen tree, skirting it without a backward […]

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