The author reflects on becoming an aunt at forty, witnessing life anew in her nephew Bodhi, as memories and connections across generations intertwine, highlighting the beauty and complexity of aging and family.
Essays
Who Are We?
The article reflects on the complexities of womanhood, grappling with identity beyond societal labels. It highlights the joy found in moments of genuine connection and freedom, ultimately suggesting that embracing both challenges and joys defines the female experience.
After The Show
I find it interesting how much you can feel ‘love’ when death takes place. It’s so thick in the air that you can wrap it in your hands and strangle it into oblivion; … and suffocate with it.
I Knew A Girl … Her Name Was Carol
These hands which have always grasped mine also comforted my mother as a child and once tenderly caressed my grandfather’s face, and patiently cared for my great-grandmother’s hair as she slowly died from pancreatic cancer. And, there is a strange feeling that overcomes one when you are a in a room with a living, breathing memory….when those memories are wrapped up in the square palm and faint lines of a loved one’s touch: 83 years of history entwining itself around my fingertips…touching my own.
Seconds
Trying to find closure in a suicide is seemingly impossible because of the greater impact. The chaos it brings with it is a monster that cannot be contained. And, very few can understand the toll it takes on the surviving loved ones.
Control
I met my husband when I was 19 years old; he was 48. He was my first everything and I loved him with a passion I did not know existed in me; I lost myself in him, in us. I molded myself to be what he loved and admired and I pushed for everything from the … Continue reading Control
A Little Lost
I find myself frequently disappointed in the human experience; the emotional connections that seem a natural existence but rare occurrence.
Missing Michael
My father is lost in Cyberspace – still viable, still connected yet ultimately not.
Kaisha Trzaska 