If Grief Were A Person…

13 Jan

They’re waiting for me when I wake up every morning, perched in the Yew tree where the feeders hang. I wonder if the neighbors notice their chatter. “Of course they do,” she whisers. “No one likes the birds but you.” … Read More »

Modern Loss Essay

4 Dec

This is my first piece in Modern Loss. I wrote it in October (also the last time I saw a hummingbird in the yard). Rereading it reminds me that I’ll have something very special to look forward to in spring. … Read More »