What:
I wrote a personal essay on the grueling experience of having my brother go missing, and later learning that he died by suicide. When my brother went missing, I learned that we have … Continue reading >>
It's hard to believe it's been nearly six years since my son Derek died. Sometimes reminders fly at you from the most unlikely places. One such time was at a recent Poetry at the Farmhouse … Continue reading >>
Earlier this year I discovered the infant section at Mount Avon Cemetery. Eleven babies in all. They were hard to find because the stones were nearly completely grown over. I imagine the parents have … Continue reading >>
Emotional support:
Today I tidied the gravesites of Jacob Vaness Young, his wife Leita and their two children, swapping out summer flowers for fall stuff. I took my corgi, Clementine, with me for the … Continue reading >>
Imagine a woman erased from her family's history. Imagine her being buried in a small town cemetery with no identifying markers on her gravestone, other than she was somebody's wife. What's more, … Continue reading >>
I vividly remember the moment Derek was born. The doctor laid him across my chest and there he was, my first baby -- his round face like a pale moon, his eyes open and unblinking, his little body warm … Continue reading >>