Divine Hospitality

Divine Hospitality

I keep thinking about bodies lately. My own as I pick something I can control, scrubbing my kitchen floor furiously, convinced that keeping it clean can fix things, change things, make things better. I think about my mother-in-law Nancy’s body, beginning its swift...
Growth

Growth

My pothos is planted in a pot Barely big enough but Almost too tall—the tips Of the leaves lace the lip And do not dare overflow.   It sits in the center of a side table. Two lamps tower on either side, A gold-rimmed mirror engulfs the wall Behind the space I had...
Space

Space

When someone wants to end a relationship, she or he may say, “I just need some space.” But when I told my kids I needed a little space from their father, they understood I wasn’t trying to break up. Jerry was the love of my life, but at 85 his health was failing, his...
Filling the Void

Filling the Void

I remember feeling conflicted as we picked out my grandma’s casket. I shouldn’t care what type of wood it is made out of or the color of the interior lining. Pardon my frankness, but it’s really just a box of bones—this casket is not my grandma’s eternal home. Except...
The Wrong Side of Grief

The Wrong Side of Grief

It was unbelievable that my dad randomly dropped dead. In those first weeks denial was a powerful ally I clung to fiercely. In the dazed aftermath it seemed logical, even reasonable, that I could tackle the proverbial stages of grief in my own timeframe. It also felt...