padlocks on wrought iron fence

Love Locks

What becomes of these locks once an unbreakable love is shattered? Does the jilted lover return, key in hand or combination recalled, to remove the token in a symbolic act of catharsis or maybe retribution? Do they let the talisman stay as a gesture of goodwill and remembrance of better days gone by? Or perhaps…

Lara on outdoor stairs in Bodega Bay

Lara’s Eulogy

What do I say about this woman when my feelings for her are ineffable? Jessica suggested I say she had straight teeth. Because “she’d like that”… Jess is right. She had beautiful teeth. Everything about her was beautiful. But still. A eulogy? I’m not good at speeches. I’m too soft-spoken to be a wonderful orator.…

bell-in-cancer-ward

Be Prepared to Die

A year ago Lara rang the bell signaling that her treatment for breast cancer was complete. She was eager to finish that chapter and begin a new one, rebounding back into health and adventure. Gage was eagerly counting down the days until she returned to Georgia with us. We all were. My countdown was shorter…

black and white photo of man on a couch

The Mountain Before Me

I’ve spent the previous 24-ish hours in mostly silent reflection on this past year. I’m not exactly searching for answers. I’m not really one to ask, “Why me?” except perhaps in jest. Because why anybody? The world simply turns day after day and things just happen sometimes. Nevertheless, I dug deep. Looking for a way…