Long-form piece offering a window onto what it has been like to contemplate my own eventual death, which would — were it at this time — take place amid calcified Perron family fracture and unhealed relationships with my daughters

Last year, an elder sister died unexpectedly. She and I were in rupture, given that she had been a co-chair in my family banning. As I grieve, the relationship squandering registers with me as pointless.

Throughout these years of my mother-daughter rupture, four family elders have died. These women are two. My brokenness of relationship became theirs also.

A long-form piece that takes in the arc of our heartbreaking rupture with my daughters

An intro to my family of origin, the people whom I have loved and love still. The condoned use of ostracism is the disease running through the vascular system of our family tree. This intergenerational pattern continues to go untreated and has already presented itself in our family's next generation.