During a recent doomscroll session on Facebook, I pulled myself away and forced a full stop. I had a mission to fulfill. But first, the doomscrolling — I belong to a private Facebook group made up entirely of women who in some way are separated from the Mormon church. Some…

July 4 was the Saturday we buried my dad gathered around his box crying laughing honoring mostly crying no spoken out loud earth to earth ashes to ashes dust to dust although in sure and certain thoughts our hearts committed him death conveyed him fistfuls of homegrown compost bits of eggshell and strawberry hulls peeking out tossed in and down to him perspiration from our hands the only…

Discard the peels the tops and the tips Onions and carrots need chopping Not revering for their starts and stops. Disregard the mess of what’s left Behind on countertops Fallen to the…

I remember believing with my whole heart Because they said so Right choices Deserve and earn blessings I remember buying into the system No option or choice given Transactional gods Reward choosing the right I remember kneeling on the hard classroom floor How to Judge 101 My skirt touching the ground Skirting the…

My immediate future is bringing me a delicious stir-fry for dinner. I started preparations for that future several hours ago when I removed the tofu from the freezer and set it on the counter to thaw. I learned the hard way that frozen tofu doesn’t actually unfreeze itself by sitting…

Seen: the tears I can’t not cry whenever I speak my brother Peter’s name. Unseen: the clinch that tightens around my throat with my tears’ falling. Is this a cause and effect? or is it simply Grief’s calling card? Seen: their 59th anniversary prompt on today’s calendar. Unseen: the lump I…

I lean in to smooch her cheek, her skin is always so soft, for as long as I can remember back. And my memory plays like a record; I lift and move the needle to start at my earliest memory, which of course were her hands. I loved touching them…

Years ago, and for many years, my brother and I were partners in business. We always joked we stayed in business for years longer than we wanted to be in that particular line of work because we loved being together every single day. …

I love myself enough to knit whenever I feel like it, even when I’m drinking. Friends let friends knit drunk or sober. And I am nothing if not a friend to myself. The best kind who loves me enough to drink orange juice with peanut butter toast because that sweet/tart…