THESE TINY THINGS
by angeliska on August 9, 2024
Today, August 8th, 2024 it has been 38 years since my mother’s death, at age 38. It’s strange to think that now she has been gone for exactly as long as she was alive — and in the intervening 38 (…)
The Wizard’s Jar
by angeliska on August 9, 2023
August 8th rolled around again this year, as it does — a battering ram of intense heat, like living in a furnace, with no respite from rain in sight. I’ve been recovering from Covid, so having a fever and congestion (…)
TWO DECADES OF MARDI GRAS MEMORIES
by angeliska on February 28, 2023
I’ve been partaking in Nick Jaina’s amazing Memoir Class (seriously go check it out if you’re ready to jumpstart your memoir writing, it’s been absolutely fantastic!) and I’ve been focusing on writing about my years in New Orleans before Hurricane (…)
GRIEF RITUAL
by angeliska on November 27, 2022
A COLLECTIVE GRIEF RITUAL music – dance – altar 11.13.22 at BULL CREEK PARK 6701 Lakewood Dr. ATX 78731 free / donations for the artists welcomed featuring dance by: Kelly Goetz Jonathan Hiebert Debra McAdoo Amy Morrow Ellen Stader Caroline (…)
HAZY WINDOWS
by angeliska on August 9, 2022
When you are a wanderer in the infinite terrain of loss, you learn strange ways to cope, and to heal. Some people become experts at avoiding and deflecting all the painful memories, or toughen up into stoic, armored warriors – (…)
GRIEVING GRRIZELDA
by angeliska on April 15, 2022
Many years ago, I asked my dog, “So Grrizelda, what’s it all about?” She got excited and wiggled her butt and gave me one paw to shake and then the other, confirming my belief that the secret of life is, (…)
THE AUGUST RITUAL
by angeliska on August 9, 2021
Every year when August rolls around, my body reminds me how full of pain this month has been for me – by keeping me awake until the wee hours, joints aching, mind buzzing with anxiety, and my nervous system cycling (…)
R.I.P. LOWKEY
by angeliska on January 13, 2021
You’d think that after being with Lowkey for 15 out of his 19 years on this earth, I’d be more prepared for his passing… But it was more brutal than I’d ever prepared myself for – even with so many (…)
FALLING STARS + CACTUS FLOWERS
by angeliska on August 8, 2020
I don’t know whether I will ever be done writing about my mother. Last year, on this day, I thought I might be close. Close to being at peace, close to saying everything I’ve needed to say about her life, (…)
DOUBLE ETERNITY
by angeliska on August 9, 2019
This morning found me doodling figure eights, looping curves of lemniscates making fanciful arabesques in the margins of my diary. I sat at my kitchen table on this bright summer morning with a candle lit, writing. My friend Sophia Rose (…)
