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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 […]
DAVIN R. GARCIA
Posted on November 13, 2021 Leave a Comment
365 days ago, fifty close family members and friends gathered on a rainy morning in Poughkeepsie, New York, during a pre-vaccinated pandemic, to pay tribute to my beautiful boy, Davin Richard Garcia. 8,760 hours ago, my tears washed over a white granite box, containing the fragments of a mother’s, and father’s, love and dreams for […]
SELF PORTRAIT AS OYSTER
Posted on October 25, 2021 Leave a Comment
I am a sumptuous delicacy raked from shallows of brackish bays, shucked through mantle by twisting blade, popped hollows of creamy white meat gulped—raw. If you wet your hunger with my tenderness, you cede to be ruined. I will tranquilize your frailty and cut you with my truths. To be vital, mustn’t one be capable […]
WAKING INTO SEPTEMBER 12TH, 2021 Continuing Beyond Twenty-Years of My 9/11 Life
Posted on September 12, 2021 2 Comments
After moving through Twenty-years of 9/11, I find strength in the pain to continue my journey with hope.
As I Approach the Twentieth Anniversary of September 11th
Posted on September 8, 2021 1 Comment
The pressure begins mid-July, with the surge of email, postal letters, and ramped-up 9/11 media aggrandizement. On August 1st, the tunnel of lasts and memorial making opens its dark eye, drawing me into the force that always unfurls my sons and I into the bedrock, with the others, to gather, to mourn, to embrace, 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
Owning My Story
Posted on April 18, 2019 Leave a Comment
It’s been fifteen years since that halcyon afternoon on the Caribbean Sea when we smiled and promised eduring love to one another. That we would grow together into the second century of our lives was never in doubt. Was it?
Reinvention is Hell
Posted on July 12, 2018 Leave a Comment
Whether the point of departure is planned or inflicted, the journey to arrival has no clear timeline and feels down right jarring as I fall howling into the unknown. As much as the death of my first husband felt like a dismemberment, and the separation from my current husband feels like an exorcism, the re-invention […]
