Forever 28. Three years old.
Friday marked the third anniversary of my sister Joscelyne’s death. Around 8AM, I pulled the black and white photo of her, ensconced in a shiny, mirrored frame, off the…November 22, 2015
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night.
Z and one of the butterflies. Before seven this morning, I sat down on my couch, flipped open my laptop and read. I heard the tiny fluttering wings of…May 12, 2015
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