Tag Archives: father

One year later.

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It’s been a year. A year since our world changed forever, a year since he left. In so many ways it feels like it was just yesterday, so the fact that it’s been 365 days frequently boggles my mind. It was the 18th day of his hospital stay, and I think we all figured he’d […]

The Yardstick

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My mom used to sew when I was little. I remember her sewing machine, its color, the smell, the sound. I tried a couple of times and can’t say my efforts were a complete failure, but I much preferred sewing small things by hand: scrunchies (it was, after all, the ’80s), maybe a doll dress […]