a scribble of jo

where to?

Tag: grief

  • counting minutes

    The year started in a place I didn’t expect: New York. As the hours winded down to the last midnight of 2013, all I could think about was being somewhere else, figuratively. Literally. I was supposed to be at the beach in Ecuador with my sisters’ husbands’ family. I was supposed to be drinking a…

  • the necessity

    Sometimes I hate the necessity of what hurts us. I dislike the fact that I care too deeply or that I’m moved too easily by what others consider the little things. Last night I talked to a student of mine and she said she gets over things quickly because she knows it’s just  a mind…