Hold the Space

I am Grateful

Recently, I encountered a piece of writing – about 70 pages – that I scribbled out…

Wake up. I glared bright-eyed into a thick dark nothing while the oscillating fan breathed…

I am about to clean house. Not my house, just THE house. The house of my…

My childhood was spent in a cape house on Goose Creek in Southold. I lived under…

I have a painting on my wall in my bedroom. It’s from the seventies, heavy, and…

I woke up at 4 AM like a shot. The February wind beat on my window, and…

Being 25, being young, having a good job, my own house, a car, bills paid on…

This is my fifth Mother’s Day without a mother to celebrate. I am bombarded with advertisements,…

It is only today. It is not tomorrow, we will not dwell on tomorrow. It is…

I have dabbled in the world of lucid dreaming, and generally speaking, remember the vast majority…