While I enjoyed a lifestyle thirty years in the making, my kids’ generation seemed to be opting out of life rather than realizing their own dreams. Three young men known within my family’s circle chose suicide over existence. Why?

I hide amidst the rolling cloudsBecause it’s where I find you mostYour jokes and voice now memoriesBut here you are my friend I miss you every single dayAnd I watch and wait and prayThat I may catch a glimpse of youSomewhere beyond the moon But amidst the rolling cloudsI see you finallyAs I sit and ...

Imagine,  there's still milk, juice, and snacks for the week in 17 refrigerators once fresh, but now soured.

In a November 2021 interview with Stephen Colbert about his part in Tick, Tick, Boom, Andrew Garfield shared his grief on the loss of his mother. He made some of the most honest, heartwarming, and heart-wrenching comments about grief and sharing a loved one’s legacy. I had never related to something so deeply about my grief as I ...

Not having you here has seemed like a dream that I cannot wake from. You were here when I left and when I came back to reality you were gone. I Ask myself, why? Why so soon? Why wouldn’t I go to you sooner? Why, why, why… Now it’s too late. The time to make ...

In one year it’s a shadow, following. Taking the shape of a person. Just not the person she lost.

At the bottom of the sea two rocks clasp her ankle like a bear trap with no teeth. She went down there, under the water when her first child crept out of her own. Submerged for years. Overhead, the sunlight trickles. Figures bob. Bubbles from her lungs float to meet the surface. She sees through ...

The following poem is from Lo Potter’s upcoming collection “Celestial Navigation” set for release in September 2021 it’s funny how only a great time laterwe take real personal meaning from dreams.when I dreamt that my bed was safe,because you would make it so.and those stars we pointed to,making constellations in our minds,slowly learning direction,teaching me ...

Cancer: The word means nothing to most people. But to the people who have it, or those close to them, the word means everything.

My heart weeps silently          for the child                    I once carried My mind paralyzed          with fear of a reoccurrence                    but my body longs                             to be the vessel That carries your          fragile, tiny frame                    supporting you in                             my cracked container You fluttered and          my heart melted                    connecting ...