Who am I?: Coping with Identity Loss after a Brain Injury

With one blow to the head, I lost a part of myself It was 2 years before I started to feel more like myself. Immediately after I accidentally struck my head into a wall at my office, I knew something was terribly wrong. In my next meeting of the day I could not focus. I …

God of leaving and return

God of leaving and return, God of sight and sense, God of passage and occlusions, God of bright and bent Hear us pray. Hear us when our hearts beat prayers for those we love. Hear our cursing at the firmament. Hear our twisted tongues mumble bruised rhymes. Hear us riddle and reason and cry. And …

Still, it glows

  I love wood—midcentury modern furniture, sparklingly maintained wood floors, guitars, art (please join me as I swoon over Ariel Alasko's work). Wood is warm. Wood is artefactual. Wood is the memory of a tree’s self-sacrifice. A gorgeous piece of wood came into my life this week. While shopping for Mother’s Day at Salt and …