Listen

It will not be surprising that some poetry has risen out of the death of my Mom.  Death touches each of us.  We loose people we love – the finality is sharp. We are awakened to the fragility o... Read More

Letting go

A couple of weeks ago I came upon my son out with his support worker in community.  I heard his name spoken by someone and I lifted my head to see him happy, responding to being recognized and welcom... Read More