grief
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A Departure If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you know what I do here. I tell stories. Real ones. My name, my face, my mess—all of it laid out in black and white for anyone willing to read. I’ve written about the missionary school that asked me to leave and how Read more
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Tending A Companion Piece to “What is a Mother Without Children?” You want to know how this museum works. You want to know when I built each room, whether this building is real or imagined, what my medical history entails, how many years I tried, whether I’m married, if I have a name beyond “curator.” Read more
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What is a Mother Without Children? The museum opens at dawn, though you won’t arrive until much later. I am here in the quiet blue light, walking through galleries I have spent decades curating. My footsteps echo differently in each room, and I know them all by heart—the hollow ring in the Hall of Might-Have-Beens, Read more
Steadfast Sanity 