30 Pieces of Silver

Mike was a carpenter. He loved doing projects around the house, especially wood working.  His favorite pastime upon retiring was to make things – our bed frame, a ‘window’ between the kitchen and the pantry, my jewelry box.  I was always impressed by the time and care he took with the details, it was his

Bravery is Relative

  Quivering, shivering, Hummingbird heart. Shoulders tight, breath quick, Belly clenching and wrenching.   This was no leaping from a plane, no diving from a cliff.  This was ‘simply’ my dread at the thought of travelling back from Corvallis, Oregon to Los Angeles, California. It was intended as my first solo flight, Portland seemed like

The Dark Queens

  I’ve started gorging on food, To full and beyond. Eat and stuff, eat and stuff. Chicken and bread and cheese and peanut butter. Seeking to fill the void.   But not just the void, the Other.   Going back to the refrigerator again and again. Devouring seconds and thirds. Shoveling mouthfuls of rice while