The Wild Iris At the end of my sufferingthere was a door. Hear me out: that which you call deathI remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.Then nothing. The weak sunflickered over… Continue reading
You’ve likely heard people talk about “chemo brain”—or maybe you’ve even felt it yourself. It’s that foggy sensation that can make it tough to find the right word, recall a friend’s name, or… Continue reading
The Gardener Have I lived enough? Have I loved enough? Have I considered Right Action enough, have I come to any conclusion? Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude? Have I endured loneliness… Continue reading
This weekend is Mother’s Day in Ireland and the UK. For the past few years, I’ve written about Mother’s Day without my mother, but I hesitated to write about it this year. I don’t want… Continue reading
The Unbroken There is a brokennessout of which comes the unbroken,a shatterednessout of which blooms the unshatterable.There is a sorrowbeyond all grief which leads to joyand a fragilityout of whose depths emerges strength.There… Continue reading