JOURNALS OF JO

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

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

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

Chapter 8 MOMMA SAID, "THAT IS NOT HOW YOU FOLD A TOWEL" When the remaining of the younger girls in the family became teenagers, we would...

Momma said: "Young ladies do not yell.” How many times as a young girl have you yelled at the top of your lungs and thought that, that...