While the veil is thin I asked my Great Grandmother. I asked her what she would want for me. Maybe what she never had for herself. And I heard an answer. Felt it bubble forth from some secret spot under a gut so used to worry. There was no judgment. There never was. Judgment was… Continue reading While The Veil Is Thin
This town, it is my memory. Like it was then, when we’d take turns as passengers, closing our eyes while others drove us through these streets we’d memorized, just so we could guess where we were. It was a game. We were never wrong. This town, it is a soundtrack, the vibration of electric bass and… Continue reading This Town.
The truth is, I’ve been sick for a long time. I won’t list the symptoms, but I will tell you they are real. There are people in my life who have long encouraged me to slow down. They have asked me to do something different. Some have even demanded I stop altogether. For my own… Continue reading This Isn’t What They Meant When They Said To Put Your Body On The Line.
For Erich Kotschi (1982-2004) 11 years ago today was Kotschi's funeral. I was heartbroken and unbelievably angry. That service wasn't what I wanted for him or for us. His parents fundamentalist faith wouldn't allow him his dignity even in death. He deserved better. I wrote this funeral service last semester. It is a reimagining of… Continue reading A Service For Us. A Funeral Reimagined