My visa expires in 49 days. My employer is working on getting sponsorship approval for me so that I can apply for a new visa,…
Today marks one year since I hit the reset button on my future. Yes, it’s been one year since I moved back to my beautiful,…
I wrote this poem a few weeks ago, when life was going great and my future was filled with hope: job prospects; PhD funding opportunities;…
Ah, the modern world. Don’t you love how it’s filled with gadgets and gizmos aplenty and whozits and whatzits galore? After all, it means that…
For more than two years now, my nights have been haunted with horrible dreams. I call them “widow dreams” and I understand from other widow(er)s…
Three weeks before we moved into our house, I found an Art Deco table on CraigsList for $20. I emailed the link to Paul then…
I don’t think I’ve slept through the night since Paul died. I’ve become a very light sleeper and am woken easily by common household sounds…
Yay! It’s 2011! Part of me dreads entering yet another new year because it reminds me of where I thought my life would be by…
When I was a kid I thought that the horses just off the west interchange in Ellensburg were wild and I dreamt that I when…
I wish I was an artist. You know—a really good one. I wish I could draw things with ease and make them look pretty. In…
So there I was in line at the British Airways counter at SeaTac. With me were three of my five sisters and their kids and…