Terminally Ill

I was inspired to write the following poem during an unfortunately-eventful visit to a Houston, Texas airport. Three things to know about this day: I was severely depressed, I’m terrified of dying in an airplane, a man collapses into a stroke, on the floor of Terminal D… On their way to die. On their way to … Continue reading

Via con dios – good luck.

Goodbye Houston – The two weeks leading up to our departure were the hardest, and this surprised me in every way. I suppose that I’m much greater at avoidance than I had originally thought. I experienced my first “panic attack” about a week and a half out from leaving. It was also my first 911 … Continue reading