The stages of my grief have been layered and surprising. I am still struck by the sense of absence that is so quickly swallowed up by the space around me as if the absence doesn't exist even though I feel it within me still. What is it about the day to day of existence that… Continue reading Layered Grief
In May I posted "A Life Behind the Warehouse" and I wanted to expand on that post. For a time there was something spiritual about the place for me. A big parking lot with two huge buildings housing enormous stores. I felt small in their shadows and I liked mine the best because it was… Continue reading Life Beyond the Warehouse
Finding closure at Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth
Sidgwick Black 