“Where were you?” is my soliloquy concerning angels. “Why so capricious in whom you protect… Read the postAn Angelic Soliloquy
“At least he was probably unconscious when he drowned.” “At least you have another child.”… Read the postLet’s Bury “At Least” with our Dead
It rained six years ago on this date. I spent that day running errands and… Read the postYour Flight Home
I sat on the April chilled hardwood floor, clusters of pet fur swirling around me… Read the postThe Wallet
Ryan was born on Father’s Day twenty-eight years ago. We met our mid-wife at the… Read the postNot Nearly the Jackasses We Could Be.
“Oh, you’re back.” Me speaking to grief as I find myself in a trifecta of… Read the postOh, you’re back. A birthday letter to Justin.
March. The month that I designate as “find a personal challenge and do it month.”… Read the post2015 Personal Challenge Accepted. Hives and nausea following.
“Wasn’t the worst thing that ever happened to me,” a quote from our surviving son,… Read the post“Wasn’t the Worst Thing That Ever Happened”
