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

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

Cracked Open – A New Skin

What is the jumping point for this writing?  Where do I begin?  You are joining me mid-chapter.  So perhaps I need to bring you up to date.  On May 8, my husband Mike went in for a simple surgery.  Two and a half hours and a thousand sorries later, they told me he was gone.