The House of the Matriarch

USA

The summers of my youth always included a journey to Maryland.  Metro trips to the Smithsonian were mandatory and with great fondness I recall the conveyor belt burgers at the Air and Space Museum.  Memories as thick as the DC air in the summer time, fill my head as I again sleep beneath this roof. Chasing fireflies, wiffle ball games and that very unique smell of the basement in my grandparents’ house, are the strongest

It Begins

USA

As always, the visit home was too short.  It is impossible to be back amongst one’s roots and not recall the days past.  Days before my father and grandmother passed on to whatever comes next.  No matter how many times I come home to visit, it never gets any easier to leave.  I was blessed with a wonderful family and a home filled with love. It shall be with me in these months to come.

Loss

USA

It has been difficult for me to accept.   I have fought the reality in my heart and in my soul. My head knows the truth of course.   She and I were one and now…now she is gone. I miss her. I miss that part of a woman only a lover ever knows. A true lover, not just some fling or infatuation.   I miss the things she does, and even more so the way she

A Farewell To The Northwest

USA

I had been living in Phoenix for four years when in a six week span my car was broken into, my apartment was robbed and, while drunkenly awaiting the sweet embrace of a carnitas burrito from Filiberto’s, a fellow patron pulled a knife on me. Whether or not I had displayed some sort instigative obnoxiousness is lost in the fog of time and tequila. What is known however, is that when faced with the threat,