Memories of Michael: Acceptance as … (1989)

I remember the infinitesimally thin, yet impenetrable barrier that kept me from reaching my brother Mike. This palpable feeling led to some kind of acceptance when I wrote this journal entry. It is odd that I did not complete the final sentence. I can’t, for the life of me, remember what my resolution was.

Slowly Getting Back

I painted my first watercolor in quite a while today. It is not an object of beauty to be sure, but it succeeds in expressing visually, my physical and emotional feelings. I understand there is a yoga position called ‘dog face down’. I don’t practice yoga so I don’t know for sure, but our resident dog, […]