Grief is a Language Shared by All

By Bethany Everson Na | Twitter: @BethanyNa007 My shoes were still caked in mud from the cemetery as I walked to meet my best friend. Shards of blue sky were attempting to pierce the heavy drapery of clouds, and a few raindrops fell on my eyelashes. Or were they tears? It was hard to tell. Then, […]

My Sacred Place Was a Palo Verde Tree

When I was twelve, my sacred places were a palo verde tree with boards nailed to it and a circle of mesquite trees that, in a land barren of shade, formed a shadowy grove. Growing up in Tucson, my life dried up. My family descended into chaos, my sense of self went dormant, my friendships withered […]