Letting Go
Gnawing on the meatless bones of grief the only sound a rustling a hawk gliding a subtle shift in feather wing catching invisible currents sensing lift downdrafts my bones shift pressing concrete sorting packing a file box marked MEMORIES—ANDREA nothing fits quietly...
Birthing Stone
The royal birthing stones. Pohaku Ho’ohanau. An ancient and sacred Hawaiian site. The place where the pregnant woman leaned her back against the rock, feet braced while giving birth. This is where royalty had babies, ensuring the royal status of the newly born. It...
Tarot
It’s that kind of miracle morning. Lucy asleep in her bed next to me. I can hear Erin snoring. Wil snuggled in beside her. I am listening to music. It soothing me. Daniel Hope. Colin Hay. David Gray. Santana. The Weepies. Bonnie Raitt. Norah Jones. Not listening to...
The Journey 2022
I have been posting pieces of my journey this summer and fall on Facebook. It was epic. In a sense it was the hero’s journey, me being the hero—tipping back my water bottle, quenching thirst. Me sitting on the ground, hands wrapped around my knees, rocking back and...
Start Here
This is my story. The never-ending story. The story of me as I write the memoir--To a Degree. How I lose myself and find myself along the way. Turns out writing is not easy. Where to start? What to tell? How to begin again? And again. And again. I am four months in...