Counseling in the Time of Covid
As spring morphed into summer an idea sprung forth – a sanctuary on the veranda. It would be a soothing space.
As spring morphed into summer an idea sprung forth – a sanctuary on the veranda. It would be a soothing space.
The hurricane hit like an old boxer—sapped of its former power, but still dangerous.
My sister is slowly killing me with every failed suicide. The one thing we have in common: We float.
I’ve been receiving gender-affirming therapies and waiting for the right time to come out to my son…
Having come to write a tribute to my son, but unable to wrap my heart around final words…
When I feel insignificant, I reconnect with past times by sifting through my extensive collection of business cards.
I want to understand humanity, but I can make no sense of this. This timeless tragedy plays out again and again…
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You awake into the world where she’s gone, her life taken by a drunk driver while biking home in the cool night air…