Part 3: Washing Away

On March 15, 2015, a group of Roanoke runners, got together for an annual race. It landed directly on a day holding great significance for me. I spent the sunny Sunday climbing to the Mill Mountain Star with my best friend and little sidekick, and visiting my brother’s grave site. I haven’t run since early … Continue reading

Part 2: Washing Away

Last weekend, on March 15, 2015, a group of Roanoke runners, got together for an annual race. It landed directly on a day holding great significance for me. I spent the sunny Sunday climbing to the Mill Mountain Star with my best friend and little sidekick, and visiting my brother’s grave site. I haven’t run … Continue reading

Part 1: Washing Away

Last weekend, on March 15, 2015, a group of Roanoke runners, got together for an annual race. It landed directly on a day holding great significance for me. I spent the sunny Sunday climbing to the Mill Mountain Star with my best friend and little sidekick, and visiting my brother’s grave site. I haven’t run … Continue reading

You Know How This Goes

Trigger warning: I first shared this piece in a Master’s level writing course and it was hard on one of the women in my class, so I want to preface it with this warning. You Know How This Goes is a counter piece to I Know How This Goes. I wrote and share these pieces with the intention … Continue reading

I Know How This Goes

Trigger warning: I first shared this piece in a Master’s level writing course and it was hard on one of the women in my class, so I want to preface it with this warning. I Know How This Goes is a counter piece to You Know How This Goes. I wrote and share these pieces with … Continue reading

Where Memories Live

I sat where I sit right now, night after night, at the dining room table that once belonged to our grandmother. We talked. I thought he listened. My words must have sounded hollow. I once again teetered on the brink of losing myself—withdrawing from what I knew I needed in favor of what I thought … Continue reading

Divorce and Death: What Was, What Could Have Been

I imagined sitting in a lawyer’s office giving depositions to finalize my divorce would be nothing less than tortuous. Have you been separated for more than a year? Yes. Is there any chance for reconciliation? No. How could such questions—monotonous and unnervingly devoid of emotion—not cause me to collapse in sorrow? Two reasons. These final … Continue reading