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
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
I am grieving again. This time for someone very close to me who I have loved very much. And the clocks in my house keep ticking, while the fridge keeps humming. Outside the UPS and Fed Ex trucks keep delivering … Continue reading
I am thrilled Oliver is okay, because I couldn’t imagine losing him. He’s just what I need and seeing him happy gladdens my spirits. Continue reading
It’s been four weeks since Henry’s passing. I know I should put it behind me and muddle on, and sometimes I do. But last night… Continue reading
