What Is Lost, and What Remains:
One week after the Palisades Fire, for a three-generation family. I had a “Go bag” in the front closet of my house, a small black duffel bag I could barely zip closed, full of journals I had saved for so many years it seems pointless now, my inner life from childhood through young motherhood. I…
Forget spring cleaning in a soon-to-be empty nest
In December 2000, the back seat of my car was pristine. Untouched. I was eight months pregnant. Still me. Still incredulous that I was soon going to join the demographic “women who have given birth.” I was aware that carrying my child above my bladder and under my heart, might be uncomfortable but would be…
Laura Nicole Diamond 