Finding the Atlantic
Falling in love with Florida’s beaches, and healing my inner child along the way … Read moreFinding the Atlantic
Category: Essays
Losing Him Twice
I’m afraid of my dad’s bedroom. The bare, unlit space smells of old urine and disease, holding nothing but a bed stripped of its sheets and a streak of blood staining the wall. A weathered wheelchair sits in the bathroom; on top, a folded cotton shirt and shorts he was supposed to wear the morning he was sent to hospice. I prefer to keep Dad’s bedroom door closed. It allows me to pretend he’s inside
Rewinding the tape
Love seemed to be a facade, until I learned to embrace it. … Read moreRewinding the tape
Curtain call
The lights turn off, letting unrestrained darkness dominate the room. In seconds, it replaces every element that brought energy and agitation to the once-vivid auditorium … Read moreCurtain call
Paradise lost
Luck doesn’t last forever. On Sept. 25, I had all the luck in the world. That changed overnight … Read moreParadise lost