Looking out the window

Closing the year

Here we are, approaching the end of the year. It's been nearly three years since my mother has reappeared. I'm no longer in full flaming freak-out. I'm no longer in…

The news

I can't read the news today. Four dead from the cold in Portland since the beginning of the year. My friends, full of compassion and righteous anger, make feelings known.…

Getting used to this

It's happening. She's meeting with the psychiatric liaison at the police department, someone who could help change her life. After trying to get her help and mostly failing, it is…

I have a story

I have a story inside me and I'm afraid it's so big it could blot out the sun. It rocks in the ocean of my belly and the waves come…