To say I blinked and now we’re here would be to disregard all the living that happened in between.

How extraordinary that all eight of us marked the passage of 14 months since fighting for our lives together with shared dignity, curiosity, and grace.

That his [hundreds of] WWII letters are in my possession is not a little providence. I am my father’s daughter, compelled to sit with the musings of my heart until the right words come.

As we walk, I am given instructions: Hands to side. Cheek facing out. Lean out and down as far as you possibly can. And I remember thinking in my excitement that he shouldn’t be captive, he should be free.

It’s extraordinary that the disposition of our spaces is nearly always in alignment with the condition of our hearts

Sometimes it feels impossible to find the words to tell someone just how important they are. And sometimes a tender comparison is all you need.

Our names are set apart. Chosen. Imagined long before our births.

You may think it sacrilege but as much as Christmas is an infusion of hope to humanity, these needles are liquid doses of life to me.

Standing on the shoreline it’s impossible to see even two feet beneath the dark water. But somehow the Loons know. To watch them suddenly rolling under to snatch their breakfast is mesmerizing.

If I were to write a caption it would read, “Here I am studying the stripped-down version of my own sanctuary while Poet studies the stripped-down version of me.”

There were just 2,160 steps between where my daddy sat at his desk inside Neiman Marcus and the spot where Kennedy was killed.

This nameless grandfather [pictured below] kindred to the age when my Grand-Mère left this earth, transformed my definition of a beautiful image.

We weren’t meant to linger in the hard moment, but to pass through it. Not so swiftly that we neglect to leave evidence of our humanity behind.

Sometimes the miles required are much more than we ever imagined to get to where we need to be from where we are.

I read the abbreviated profiles and marvel at how much of ourselves we’ve abdicated for the sake of space.

Entry in my arms is nearly nonexistent. So, we improvise and access the delicate veins in my hands.

Sometimes I talk about difficult things so that we are ready when the hard moment comes.

We follow one another’s lead, like Breadcrumbs through our lives.

I walked right up to the gate and inexplicably, I failed to board the plane. 

Perhaps there is no easy way with cancer. But I chose the one most misunderstood. That choice has cost me the respect of some.