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Author Archives: Lisette d. Johnson
Shall We Dance
My son is winding down his first year of Cotillion, a Richmond tradition where middle-schoolers learn social graces and manners through ballroom dance. It is an age of innocence as the boys and girls, for most their first formal social … Continue reading
Writing
I have begun, finally, the process of writing my own story, the final story, for the book. I have written and shared pieces of the journey beyond the shooting in this blog. As I sit to write I am confronted … Continue reading
On loneliness
Loneliness was a huge underlying theme in my marriage. Framed by hopelessness, and the withdrawal of emotional intimacy out of necessity to survive, it was a constant dull ache of existence from which there seemed, like the rest of the … Continue reading
Picking Up The Pieces
It’s not the tragedies that kill us. It’s the messes. Dorothy Parker How do you implode a family? You control intimidate berate humiliate blame neglect threaten With drinking cheating jealousy names isolation games poking pinching pushing pulling blocking hitting choking … Continue reading
Hesperus
I have been writing well over a year now. Finally there are periods of the day where it does not consume me. Nights, however, nights continue to be dark. I cannot escape from my dreams, creeping in, stealing the peacefulness … Continue reading
Shameless Survivors 