And when the song is done, we drown ourselves in scriptures of promise... He may be dancing now, but whom will she dance with? And I take the batteries out of my watch. A funeral poem questioning time and God's faithfulness.
grief and loss
Day 3: Form of Death – Raw Grief at My Grandfather’s Grave
I kneel before you, grass imprints on my hands and knees... The dirty, gray, aging stone tries to tell me you're not here anymore, but I feel you. A raw, visceral poem of grief written at my grandfather's grave.
The Day My Therapist Died and I Lost My Captain: Another Sunset
Dr. Bogin saved my life during my darkest season, and I never got to say goodbye. Here's how a sunset became my way of honoring the man who taught me to think for myself.
Writer's Growth 