My ass has fallen. Literally. The cosmic audacity of it. In my early twenties, I gave up my first love. A love that was so pure—if there was any way […]

I’ve never sung to anyone before. But I sang to my mother. Sitting beside her coffin, my hand resting on her cold, cold shoulder, I stared at her new form, […]

Burning and cleansing. Those are the words that come to mind whenever I try making sense of what’s happening now. The situation has me revisiting the revolution the hippies started […]

My disappointment with Western Medicine grows ever wider. The day my mother fell ill, I had doctors calling non-stop to get permission my for one procedure after the other. They […]

I’ve helped bring a lot of babies into this world, but I’ve never helped usher anyone out. Until my mother. She had a stroke on a Wednesday and was supposed […]

“I hope you are doing OK, that’s about the best you can hope for. You are still trying to recover from Jane’s death and Robert…too much, too soon.” That note […]

This is an unusual post, as most of it was written by my husband, Funk. I don’t know why, but Funk thinks he found a prize in me. As often […]

I am officially an orphan. My mother transitioned at 7:10pm last night. I couldn’t keep my promise that she wouldn’t suffer, but I gave it everything I had, so what […]

My mom in 2015, just before her world collapsed with the unexpected deaths of my two siblings, her children. Heading out to Florida to be with her. Have to drive […]