Life, After Death

Another older piece. Based on real events, written with permission from my patient–who became my friend, and whose heart beat beneath my hands There once was a man–a good man. A decent man. A man who was wheeled into an ER with chest pain and promptly dropped dead.  He was resuscitated for over an hourContinue reading “Life, After Death”

What kind of writer am I, anyway?

“You must be a FACEBOOK writer?” That’s the message I opened this morning, complete with the capital letters. He caught me off guard. Why the emphasis on Facebook? Was he insinuating I call myself a writer but only write on Facebook? Kind of like that woman who calls herself a model but only models onContinue reading “What kind of writer am I, anyway?”

A piece from the past

I’d like to post an older piece occasionally, just to revisit it. I’ve always been a writer, but I haven’t always shared my work. Some of these early writings were my first attempts at storytelling. This is a piece from 2014, written on my phone, from my car, on the eve of my uncle’s death.Continue reading “A piece from the past”

Welcome to my normal

The cat and I have a ritual. She head-butts me, and I feed her. There’s more to it, really; she meows pathetically, and I apologize for the inconvenience of her hunger (even though I know she’ll only take two bites). I grab her food and pull back the tab–making a point to fashion a scoopContinue reading “Welcome to my normal”

Snowdust

My kid is wearing his brother’s coat and my shoes–the waterproof ones with the Sherpa lining. The coat is too big for his thirteen-year-old frame; surprisingly, the shoes are not. He stands in the middle of the driveway, looking out at the houses, watching. The trees are blanketed with white and blend seamlessly with theContinue reading “Snowdust”