• The Egg,  The Eagle

    One Moment

    After weeks in scorching heat, where the air actually sizzles and the sauna seeps into my bones, the clouds finally open and soak the soil. In this one moment, a tiny green leaf curls out of the damp Texas clay,…

  • The Egg,  The Eaglet,  The Fledgling,  The Eagle

    Robot Therapist

    Fourteen days into my vacation, the last day, begins with my feet propped on the thick brick wall enclosing Grami’s front porch, a place full of childhood memories. Over a hundred years ago, Great-Grampa set these red bricks by hand.…

  • The Egg

    A Cold Blast I Hear

    It starts out benign. Just a slight discomfort. I can almost ignore it until without much fanfare or permission. It takes root and grows. It grows offshoots into every corner of my being. The tentacles are alive, burning the grief…

  • The Egg

    The Still Point

    I’m asking us not to simply suffer but to feel it deeply. Is it worth it? The first two lessons are two sides of the same coin, and similar to the tortoise and the hare. To balance slow and precise…

  • The Egg

    Lonely Red Octagon

    Pain is a lot of things. It’s complicated. It can help you, and it can hurt you. And at the same time. It fills my every second, but it doesn’t consume me. Well, it does sometimes, but the years have…

  • The Egg

    My Prison

    A story must begin somewhere. So today in this moment, I pick a spot and step forward. One step after another. I will also take some backward steps to find juicy morsels as required. Even as I write that, I…

  • The Egg

    The Journey Begins

    My blue Subaru spins in an icy, Indiana intersection.  My mother and I are not breathing. Hours later, I wake in the ICU. My arm paralyzed, and Mom is just gone. Police determine I ran the stop sign, and I…