This year. This godforsaken year. This exhausting, mind-numbing, draining, never-quite-getting-your-feet-underneath-you year. There's been too much. There's been not enough. And while words fail me yet again, this poem resonated throughout my core. Holy vulnerable cliff indeed. Thanks to those who … More
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Memories and families.
My aunt died this week. I knew it was coming; I saw her in January when I went out to Iowa for my mother's funeral and I could see her health was failing. Other than my father's funeral five years ago, I hadn't spent any real time back to Iowa in literally decades, and what I remember about her … More
Gold dust woman.
TRIGGER WARNING: Physical and sexual abuse, themes of dominance and control It's been two months since my mother died. Almost two months since I drove to Iowa and stood at her graveside in a small cemetery on a hill overlooking empty winter fields, listening to a kindly rented … More
It’s a good plan, Brent.
I had a plan this morning. It was a good plan. It was a responsible plan. It was a plan to maximize time, a plan to get away and do a bit of restful recovery. I have been doing responsible life things for a while now but secretly living for that plan. Then two things happened this morning: I … More
Reclaiming my domain.
Hi. My name is Robin, and you used to know me. (Hi, Robin.) The year started out like any other, but then life happened. Normally I'm able to roll with the punches but in March, I lost my faithful companion LoveJunkie. As silly as it might sound, that broke me at my very core, and pushed me … More
Wanting.
It's been eight weeks to the day since I knew something was desperately wrong. In 48 hours, she was gone. I am still a hot mess. I want to be able to write about her. I want to be able to remember the warmth of her body nestled into the curve of mine. I want to feel the touch of her paw … More
