Hiatus

Hiatus

Time passed. One day became two. Weeks became months. What began as a temporary absence evolved into a void. No writing. No journaling. No attempt at an opening paragraph. On occasion, I hastily blurted a random thought or two into a voice memo on my phone. But the...
Throw back Thursday

Throw back Thursday

If I knew then, what I know now… I would hug them more. For longer. Squeeze harder. I would listen more and react less. I would be sillier and goofier with them and pay less attention to the thoughts of others. I would cave in more often when they would ask for...
Faces and Futility

Faces and Futility

The patient, previously a John Doe, is now known. Family now present, when before there was none. A spouse, siblings, and young kids all around. Despite seventy-two hours in the ICU, his lungs have failed, his heart has failed, his liver has failed, his kidneys have...