For all of 2017, I watched my mother suffer. I did it mostly during our phone conversations, and sometimes in person. I did it reluctantly and, admittedly, sometimes sparingly. I did it in ways and with emotion that I cannot… Continue reading

2012 was the year the Mayans said the world was supposed to end. They got that wrong. Except for the world I lived in. It imploded when I came out that spring. And it’s been falling apart, coming back together,… Continue reading