“And these are the things I carry: the memories of those gone before us; the names of those entrusted to me to care for.”
Autoethnographic Literary Nonfiction: I Just Want to Go Home – Moving, Loss and Unacknowledged Grief
“Moving away from a beloved home at a tender age was traumatizing, in part, because that home was the only place in which I felt safe.”
Autoethnographic Literary Nonfiction: “Mourning (Unfinished)”
“I cried for Andie and the baby chicks I heard but didn’t get to meet. I cried for my baby I heard and didn’t get to meet. And I cried for myself that I had been living with such anger and resentment for other women, my sisters in the world, for years because I didn’t get a chance to talk about and heal from my own tragedy.”