This is not a blog. I don't write regularly on this site. At all. (And I think it only contains one original piece). But I try (and fail, but still try) to update it when I publish something elsewhere, so my work can be located in one place (for the most part anyway--though there's still some stuff missing). But I haven't updated this for months--til now.
It has been a crushing year. I lost my very beloved dad. I miss him every day.
According to my husband, I "almost died." (I am not sure this is medically accurate, but he says it seemed that way to him). And I lost two babies.
Many things have fallen to the wayside.
I took a two month break from writing this summer. When I came back from my brief break, this is the first piece I wrote, which is part announcement, part meditation, part lament, part bleeding on paper. The Well was gracious enough to publish it.
It is the least edited and yet hardest piece I have ever written. This explains a bit of where I have been, and where I am.
Holding Space: A Public Lament