Weekly Column: WRighteous

I no longer needed to prove to myself or to anyone that I was the ever loyal daughter to a woman who was not an ever loyal mother.

Weekly Column: WRighteous

This is the year where hand baskets go out of fashion, because we are not going to hell, we are going to raise hell.

Weekly Column: WRighteous

How do you describe a human who was filled with all of life – every bit of it – the good, the bad, the ugly, the horrific, the broken, the awful – the beauty – and managed to sweep in and make you feel as if you were the most important person in her world for a minute or two or three…

Weekly Column: WRighteous – LOVE

And then, when all seemed quiet and safe, he ripped and yanked the tape off her mouth with his teeth and he kissed her – long and hard and caught her tears.