I had a dream several years ago. I was in the bottom of a very deep cavernous hole in the ground. I was climbing up. I could see the light above me. It was still hundreds of feet off. There … Continue reading →

Exactly one year ago… The social worker is melted into my vintage sofa with an ease that tells a story of a thousand visited sofas. She scribbles manically in her notebook. A small athletic sprite in her forties, her nearly … Continue reading →

The hospital smells of fluorescent lighting and disinfectant and illness. I know there are people who love the white sterility, the aura of duty and miraculous action, the uniformity of the scrubs and the beeping machines and power of practical … Continue reading →

It’s not beyond me to contemplate how wickedly funny it would be to stop telling this story right here. Right about now I long to go on one of my walkabouts in which I write nothing for the next several … Continue reading →

During all the years I never got pregnant again I never actually knew why. I had no idea if there was actually a physical reason for it. I knew there were emotional reasons, a trauma-related shutting down of my reproductive … Continue reading →