Day 14 & 15: Stepping off

On Saturday I went with three friends to get inked with semicolons in support of the mental health awareness movement. Project Semicolon is “a global non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and love for those who are struggling with mental illness, suicide, addiction and self-injury. Project semicolon exists to encourage, love and inspire. Stay strong; […]

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Accountability

Dan is asleep in his half-opened mouth sort of way. Gus swims the length of his tank, attacking Pedro, the other spiked leviathan bachelor sharing his space, the two unnamed gourami meet halfway in the murky waters and fight, mouth to mouth, and then retreat. The meditation music plays on. All winter we’ve been sleeping […]

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weaving

My children open their arms and my hours go diving in. This love is a gamble of amnesia; what moments will they remember? What moments slip through my fingers as ashes, as light that has flared and gone? My memories of the past are a favorite garment worn threadbare; if it were placed over my face I […]

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excusement

Dan points to a spot next to the newly planted feijoa bush and says, “Is that a good spot? This time I’m going to dig it deep enough for several of them.” He’s wearing a flannel shirt and  basketball shorts and I’m wearing dirty UGG boots, cut-off shorts, and a Mickey Mouse hoodie sweatshirt from Disneyland. We […]

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point of limitation

Zaviera is windsurfing, her arm thrust out the window as we hug another corner in the Mini Cooper. Joaquin sits in the back singing, brow furrowed, hands karate-chopping the air. My hair has not been brushed. The two frenchbraids I’ve been favoring lately because they are easy at yoga, contained during the rest of the day, and […]

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