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Sensing the inbetween

I’ve desperately searched for meaning and in doing so I searched to end it all. Because if you find the ultimate answer, you pay the ultimate price. But wait. Wouldn’t that thought alone be the one that solved the puzzle? Defining the purpose of it all, leading to the end… Notice, my first dizzying step…

by asiaJanuary 21, 2022January 21, 2022
Categories Uncategorized

Haunted by the living

The ghosts are real. When I look at you I see them. You reek of them. Your words. Your haze. The veil is between us….

March 8, 2021April 1, 2021
Categories Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Stormy Weather

You’re cold

PART 1 I often assume that I’m the problem. That I could do more and be better. For you, for us. But the truth shatters…

August 2, 2020March 6, 2021
Categories Love, Whimsy

Night-time driving music

I used to search for you in my daydreams. I wondered what ride you were on in that moment. If I could catch a glimpse…

May 21, 2020March 6, 2021
Categories Love, Observations

Beat together

Through it all I’ve been by his side. I’ve felt his heart beat fast, excited, slow, exhausted, ever changing. My ear against his chest. His…

December 29, 2019June 26, 2020
Categories Observations, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Motion Sickness

Head rush

Sometimes I want to go back and become an accountant like my dad. Politely shout my rationality from the rooftops. Make sure all the lines…

May 22, 2019June 26, 2020
Categories Observations, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Stormy Weather

Heat lightning

It’s a reflex. I walk into the house and set my backpack down under the stairs, just like I did when I would stay with…

April 3, 2019March 5, 2021
Categories Observations, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Motion Sickness

Overcoming motion sickness

I’ve been changing at my own pace, but it’s still on the basis that life will always be there waiting for me. My dreams feel…

February 4, 2019June 26, 2020
Categories Observations, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Honesty

The last first

We put away the Christmas decorations at Mom’s house. The view of a log in the fireplace, the cleared out room, everything back in its…

January 13, 2019June 26, 2020
Categories Whimsy

Diner lights

Going to a diner late at night can make you feel like a kid at Christmas or something. You don’t want the magic of the…

December 16, 2018May 21, 2020
Categories Love, Observations

Bright deep facets

You and I had the worst night of our lives this winter. Then at the height of summer, you gave me the best night I’ve…

December 14, 2018June 26, 2020
Categories Nightmares, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Stormy Weather

Storm chased

I can feel it brewing but hope I can escape before the storm hits. Before my emotions come crashing down. No time to stop and…

December 10, 2018June 26, 2020
Categories Observations, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Honesty

Processing this unconditional curiosity

What was he thinking about as he overlooked the bow of the ship, bracing himself? I’m glad I saw him do it and that I…

December 2, 2018March 5, 2021
Categories Observations, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Honesty

Fresh cold house

Sitting in here makes it too real that I’ll never physically hear him speak again. The house triggers all sorts of memories and realizations like…

November 20, 2018June 26, 2020
Categories Observations

Warm ghost

I run the cold memory of that night over and over again in my head – how everything changed in an instant. It doesn’t make…

November 11, 2018May 21, 2020
Categories Observations, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Honesty

Store bought cooked chicken

My dad was proud of me. I don’t doubt that even though I question most things I interpret about him. Sometimes I felt he was…

September 14, 2018March 5, 2021
Rain Coat
Categories Observations, Stages of Grief, Stages of Grief - Stormy Weather

The same reign coat

I took a walk on a rainy dune trail while camping where my family used to vacation. I wore my dad’s rain coat and thought…

August 30, 2018June 26, 2020
Categories Observations

The fog

Being present is driving through fog. You can’t see what is ahead or behind even if you wanted to. You might feel a little lost…

January 22, 2018May 21, 2020
Categories Whimsy

The Ornament Story

Listen here for a magic holiday tale recorded with family and friends: The Ornament Story (Part 1) The Ornament Story (Part 2) As featured on A…

December 24, 2017September 17, 2018
Categories Love, Whimsy

Living fairytales

Watching so many great stories as a kid, you start to absorb them and somehow begin to live them. The true love, the heart ache,…

April 5, 2017March 6, 2021
17 birds
Categories Whimsy

Seventeen team

I was 5 years old and I knew exactly what I wanted – a cat. Our family Golden Retriever also wanted a cat but for…

February 7, 2017March 6, 2021
Categories Observations

Kid in the mirror

The mirror showed only the bridge of my nose to the top of my head. Maybe it was this cropping of my face that did…

February 6, 2017September 17, 2018

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