Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

This morning while out for a walk with Oliver and Maggie May, I saw the Unabomber. At least I thought it was him. He was wearing a hoodie that said Kansas College or Kangaroo. Not sure. Definitely looked like the rendering that the nice sketch artist made of him. Continue reading

One More Thing

I want to tell my brother one more thing. I loved our childhood–the beach in summer, salty waves and frozen creamsicles. The trampolines, fireflies, road trips and late, balmy nights.  Continue reading

Good Grief, Rafael

He was the best brother I could ever have. Fair and open minded, sensible, compassionate, and downright funny. Saw a therapist for a few sessions. She told me there’s good grief and bad. You mean, crying out to him and asking him to take me with him isn’t considered good?? Continue reading