This nameless grandfather [pictured below] kindred to the age when my Grand-Mère left this earth, transformed my definition of a beautiful image.

We weren’t meant to linger in the hard moment, but to pass through it. Not so swiftly that we neglect to leave evidence of our humanity behind.

Sometimes the miles required are much more than we ever imagined to get to where we need to be from where we are.

I read the abbreviated profiles and marvel at how much of ourselves we’ve abdicated for the sake of space.

Entry in my arms is nearly nonexistent. So, we improvise and access the delicate veins in my hands.

Sometimes I talk about difficult things so that we are ready when the hard moment comes.

We follow one another’s lead, like Breadcrumbs through our lives.

I walked right up to the gate and inexplicably, I failed to board the plane. 

Perhaps there is no easy way with cancer. But I chose the one most misunderstood. That choice has cost me the respect of some.

There was a time it seemed important to train my Great Dane puppies how to eat without slobbering all over the walls.

Some were manicured. Some were bitten and worn from labor and stress.

This is the fun part. When seeds sewn blossom into something eccentric and untamed, like wildflowers in an open field.

Have we misunderstood that the knowledge we can offer the world is mastered in some online course or seated in a conference hall?

His arm and the colors of his tattooed sleeve. The hues of green, the colors of me.

It isn’t rare that I see the fleeting movement, like a soft brushstroke in the corner of my eye.

I didn’t plan this. It planned me. Piles and piles of things lovely and once-loved telling me to let them go…

My DNA is evident in the way my lips know how to round and pucker when I say Je t’aime…

Something I shared last week in this Journal made a friend of mine think that I am dying. I assure you; I am very much alive.

Two hundred and sixty-five. The number of once “must haves” now priced to become essential treasures in someone else’s life.

Can we admit that the thing that mesmerizes and haunts us is sometimes only really wanted in the chase?