Jesus Raged.

When someone that you fiercely love dies, the calendar becomes a minefield. You learn to clumsily tiptoe around explosions of grief, shattered again and again as you unearth new depths of loss. You grit your teeth and lurch forward as you absorb the splitting ache of birthdays … [Read more...]

On Tamir Rice, and Watching Brothers Die.

I froze in horrified disbelief as you ran towards your brother, and it all came flooding back. The raw, suffocating desperation of watching your little brother die. I know it well--I once watched mine die, too. But this. This was different. You see, I held my little brother’s … [Read more...]

Soup From a Stone.

Today marks two years since Ian died. My parents wanted some time alone with him that Wednesday morning, and my hands trembled as I laced my tennis shoes and ran as hard and fast and long as I could—I didn’t know what else to do. What do you do when your little brother is … [Read more...]

Life Around Our Table.

My family owns an old wooden table that once belonged to my great-Grandparents, and has been carefully passed down over the generations. Through the ingenious magic of extra leaves, it expands and contracts like an accordion, making room for up to fifteen smiling faces to gather … [Read more...]

Our Father, Who Has Been in Hell.

My Daddy doesn’t cry. Growing up, I never saw him cry even once. Oh, his voice faltered for one tenuous moment while speaking at my sweet Grandpa’s funeral in the old church on Hubbard Street, but no tears fell. This is, in no small part, why I find it violently disturbing … [Read more...]

Lean on Me.

I apologize for the impromptu blogging hiatus. I'm sure you've all been on the edge of your seats wondering how the nail-biter saga that is my birthday turned out. PATIENCE, PEONS! [I'm sorry. The birthday dictator keeps bubbling to the surface. So embarrassing.] A week and a … [Read more...]