JOURNALS OF JO

A stately eagle or vulture or hawk flies by as they each survey their land. Looking for prey. The rushing waters of the rivers below seem

I've spent my entire life trying to be better than where I came from. Where I'm from, the girls there, don't usually make it out of the...

If I could rip my own heart from my chest and show everyone the blood that courses through it.  Point out where the veins meet the artery,

I miss that you weren’t there for my first day of kindergarten. The first time I scraped my knee. The first time I wore my first party dres

You don’t know me Because you’re not ready for me. I’m sage advice. I’m a life lived. I’m the light in the tunnel. I’m the friend when you

But that very moment when you accept for a certainty that the loss, that it's real and permanent, your life changes. Sometimes it’s subt

But the real work hadn't started. In the weeks, months and years that followed the work we thought would be done, had still gone undone.

There were days when you could hear my momma yelling at the top her voice so that any one of her fourteen children would answer her and do w

It’s all he cares about when he rises from his nights slumber. After he’s devoured all that there is from his kill. The remains lying close

You looked at us as we marched and yelled in righteous indignation, crying out for justice. Begging to be seen and heard by deaf ears. There