Nonfiction

A Decade and Dying

There is no you, there is dying. First things first. There is no way to unsmell the smell of dying. If you smell yourself, you would smell a dying. May your dying be blessed. In all your dying, may there be a living for to live is to die, and Read more…

By ife, ago
Nonfiction

What is Home?

Begin, maybe, with the pillows.  Perhaps home lies in the softness of a pillow, in the lush comfort of it, our heads lolling, our hearts singing soft songs. Perhaps home is not the big things we think it is, the mighty costly things.  Perhaps it is in the small tender Read more…

By ife, ago
Nonfiction

The doors we do not open

Somebody is banging on the door. “Who is it?” “It’s me.” A hiss follows and the knock is ignored. There are doors we do not open because we are afraid to embrace the unknown. Yet uncertainty is the gift we must spend our years unwrapping. We must give some allowance Read more…

By ife, ago