Witness

Witness

How does a tree heal? I see sap pouring from her bark. Are those tears? We heard the screams one Sunday morning. The girlfriend asking in a violent shake, “Why?!” I see the leaves on the figure of stretching bark change, drop, and die. Is that her transformation? Did...
Lent

Lent

The annual nightmare began each Ash Wednesday, when I found myself another year further into the darkness of adolescence and agnosticism. Was it getting smeared with ashes that I dreaded, or was it the upcoming extra hours in this huge, stale box? I’d trudge up the...
Every Flavor

Every Flavor

Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays.  Growing up in a huge Irish Catholic family, Thanksgiving dinner quickly turned into a raucous event with upwards of 20 cousins under the age of 18 scattered throughout my aunt Karen’s house.  Karen, the...
Riding the Wake of the Yo-Yo

Riding the Wake of the Yo-Yo

Cancer is pretty much ubiquitous these days. Watch the commercials during any t.v. show if in doubt. We all know someone who has cancer, who’s died of cancer, who’s survived cancer. It hovers around us like—well—like a cancer. But it’s much different when it knocks on...