We have settled into a semblance of rituals. A familiarity, at the very least. It is not our new normal, for there is nothing normal about the circumstances ...

I will hold myself to a standard of grace, not perfection. The words are spoken silently, in my mind. I’m reading them, but I’m not looking at the words. I k...

The morning begins. A new month; April has arrived despite all our fears that it would not. That March would hold on forever. My eyes struggle to open, heavy...

Humans cannot thrive in isolation. Endure, yes. But not thrive. These days, time crawls. Like a babe learning to carry the weight of its body on its hands an...

I sit, silent, hands resting ever so gently on the keyboard, yearning to press down, to form letters into words and into memories. This feeling–it is familia...