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COUNTERTERRORISM
Posted on September 10, 2022 4 Comments
after Kerrin McCadden my husband’s portrait is in a collage behind glass on a museum wall of prayers his name is announced by the son who never spoke it his smile is cast into homes of people we don’t knowhis name echoes across a plaza where there used to be buildingshe’s a good dad who […]
VACATIONLAND
Posted on August 26, 2022 5 Comments
This poem is an elegy to the day my son and I released my sons’s ashes into the pond we haave been vacationing at since the boys were six and two-years old.
On Being A Beginner, Again
Posted on February 17, 2022 Leave a Comment
I know how to do a lot of things. I know how to search for a missing person with a toothbrush and a comb. I know how to stage a funeral when there’s no body, and how to resurrect a broken one. I know how to take my child to a doctor when the bleeding […]
Superbowl Sunday
Posted on February 13, 2022 1 Comment
I’m not an American football fan. The oldest in a family of three girls, I didn’t grow up around football. My father was on the high school track team in the 1950’s and my mother was cheerleader and an usherette in high school. I ran track and Cross Country and played Little League Softball throughout […]
January 20, 1982
Posted on January 20, 2022 1 Comment
[In memory of Elizabeth “Lizzie”Anna Rieb, nee Teseny – September 22, 1943 – January 20, 1982] I think we know that nothing lasts forever. That every day something in our relationships, our social strata, our bodies, is ending. Let’s say your taxi-mom job is ending when your son drives himself to a movie in your […]
All That Terrible, Beautiful Music
Posted on December 23, 2021 Leave a Comment
What can I say, my daily mood is underscored by intense sadness. I lose my son every minute of every day—in the grocery aisle, at a red light when a BMW 350 xi passes by while an NPR guest discusses how breathwork and yoga changed her traumatized brain, saving her life. In every store […]
My Story in Ts
Posted on February 28, 2021 1 Comment
Memory is not just a when, recalled in the now. The past is never just the then, a form, an event, a life, that had an essence in a span of something before. Memory is a pulse, coursing through all dimensions of life, like an echo hidden deep inside a mountain, it returns again, and […]
Lizzie’s Saucy Applesauce Cake
Posted on September 22, 2020 1 Comment
Letter to My Mother Dear mother, This letter has taken a very long time to get to. It has been forty years since we all sat around the kitchen table together, wishing for your dreams to burst through the next CT scans. That was 1980, my senior year in high school. It is only […]
TREASURES
Posted on August 16, 2020 2 Comments
There was a game David played with his sons. They’d climb into our morning bed while he pretended to sleep. On the right side of the bed, concealed within the spread, he’d lie and wait. He’d quiet his breath, and the game began. His sons would do their best to avoid capture while attempting to […]
FROM THIS DAY FORWARD
Posted on September 1, 2019 Leave a Comment
In the gather, the organizing, the binding, I am knowing you, again. As the rings are thread through the die-cut hollow along the margins of each page, your story is bound with mine. Read more at http://www.worldtradewidow.com
