Every week I open the box a little further, a photograph, a memory, a recipe finding its way back to my hands. I write it all down as it happens. The grief. The joy. The things I never saw coming. This is my journal, the raw and honest record of writing Her Hands His Eyes, not polished, not finished, real and in real time. You are not reading a book. You are inside the writing of one. Want to read each entry a full week before anyone else? I will also send you the first photograph from inside it. Never published anywhere. Not yet. Just you. Join Me in Opening The Box.
The Documents | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 14
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 14. Start from the beginning with Entry…
NiNi I Got You | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 13
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 13. Start from the beginning with Entry…
I Did Not Know I Was Carrying | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 12
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 12. Start from the beginning with Entry…
Some Days The Box Wins | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 11
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 11. Start from the beginning with Entry…
Where Grief Found Me | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 10
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 10. Start from the beginning with Entry…
The Bowl That Said Everything | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 9
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 9. Start from the beginning with Entry…
The Morning We Left | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 8
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 8. Start from the beginning with Entry…
Her Hands Mother’s Love | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 7
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 7. Start from the beginning with Entry…
Hackensack 1976 | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 6
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 6. Start from the beginning with Entry…
What Her Hands Knew | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 5
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 5. Start from the beginning with Entry…
It Was All of Us | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 4
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 4 Start from the beginning with Entry…
The Box on the Counter | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 3
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 3. Start from the beginning with Entry…
Measuring What My Mother Never Wrote Down | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 2
Her Hands His Eyes is a journal written in real time about writing my book. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 2 Start from the beginning with Entry…
Why I Finally Opened It | Her Hands His Eyes Entry 1
Her Hands His Eyes is a memoir written in real time. Every week I open the box a little further. A memory. A photograph. A recipe. This is Entry 1. You are reading this as I write it. When the…