JOURNALS OF JO

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

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