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…