JOURNALS OF JO

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

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

When the time came and I did get solitude and quiet, I was filled with fear and anxiety and I couldn’t wait to be in that crowd of people ca

I was pushed head first, into the trenches, before I was old enough to even realize what a fight was. I was pitted against myself into a bat

Momma had a specific routine worked out so that no part of the body was missed and minimal squirming was had. You started at the head. Your

We don't need to know their names. They are people we find in our favorite restaurant, take out joint...lasting mere moments. Others end