Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on September 17th, 2021 I sit alone in the warmth of the sunits light exposing me in privateseeing metouching every inch of my body — the top of my head, the tip of my nose, my eyes closed,my belly clothed,all the way to my bare feet. I … More The roly-poly & a year in review
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on September 9th, 2021 At grief’s mercy, I’m reminded of my smallness — disoriented and powerless. At grief’s mercy, I wait for the ocean’s swell to rise, to fold in on herself and roll her foamy, white, water into my little body — I wait for her waves to … More A Prayer: at Grief’s mercy
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on August 13th, 2021 I used to want to throw rocks at God’s face. Every time I imagine myself doing this, I see myself on the beach in Hawaii at sunset, because I lived in Hawaii the first time I had this felt-need to throw … More I used to want to throw rocks at God’s face