Hope: A Story of Healing

Once there was a girl who lost her father. She called herself Hope. An empty space occupied her father’s favorite chair—the sleek leather one with a matching ottoman that he never used. An empty space sat in the captain’s chair at the head of the kitchen table in the quiet suburban home where Hope had…

Élan Vital

Sáwol, saiwala, sála, sêo, soul. These beings speak in many languages and I know all of them. Are their souls the same as mine and does anything endure the ravages of time and this problem – the problem of the soul – lies in the nature of the self and who am I, the one who lives…

Fisher

Tuesday began like any other day, except for the dream and the wound. I woke up in my bed, though it took a minute to discern. Stripes of sun shone brightly through the blinds and my head ached. My bed. My blinds. My head. I was sure of all this. Damn sure. As sure as…

Two Cars

The first time I heard “Pink Cadillac” sung by Bruce Springsteen, I was in the back seat of a blue Chevy Camaro on the way to Phillips Crab House in Ocean City, Maryland. Brett Delacroix sped north on Coastal Highway with Marie riding shotgun and they acted like they were the only ones in the…

Next Rest Stop 886 Miles

Why is she going so fast? breakfast all day car wash enter food barn reduced speed ahead see why millions trust us home and auto clothing and shoes ready to sell your car we’ll buy it pregnant and alone you have options revival passionate outreach labor finders patient crossing mental illness is not just a…

Ten Years of Unpacking

March 21, 2008:  I knew the call would come. I’d been bracing myself for it all morning. Tense and rigid, as if that would somehow protect me. “You sent the police to the house?! You BITCH! Like you haven’t caused enough of a shit storm already?!” I lost track of what else was said and…