Speaking of Winter…

Winter is my favorite season, however there is a bitter taste in my mouth about it now. I feel betrayed by the season which I usually find so much comfort in. This winter was a colder than usual one for both my father and I. This winter I turned inward to feel through and gestate…

Earthquakes and Landscapes: Day 1 without Dad

  Today I awoke on my first day home without my father. I had spent the greater part of February in his home 3-hours away, in an unexpected whirlwind of emotional chaos, intense vulnerability, and the eventual release of him as I watched him being taken away for cremation. I know enough to not expect…

Mercy

  Edvard Munch: “Death and the Child” Most people say “When my time comes, I don’t want to be hooked up to machines! Pull the plug, just let me die!” Oh, but it is not that easy when you, as the family member, have to make the decision for your loved one. In my case,…