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 […]
I was reminded tonight that whatever I put in to something needs to give the same in return. Specifically, I was told that I’m deserving of gusto. Gusto. Great enjoyment, energy and enthusiasm. I agree. It’s so easy to wake up each day and put your heart into that which matters to you. So long as […]
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 […]
I boarded the plane, and the seat-back TV was staring at me. “Touch anywhere to begin.” It seemed straightforward enough, but the command made me think of my long-running streak of singledom. I snickered a little as I turned the words around in my head. I’d never before known instructions to seem both risqué and […]
It’s been said that you shouldn’t marry the person you can live with, but that you should marry the one you can’t live without. I think we can add to that, don’t you? Marry not the person who simply brings something to the table, but who can also bring something to your soul during the […]
The British version of Death at a Funeral has a great line in it. “You have to grow up on your own.” Nobody can do it for you. Some days I don’t feel like I’ve grown up, and I know that nobody can do it for me. Nobody can tell me what to take away […]
I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I remember writing poetry from elementary school through college, and in my high school yearbook, my “dream profession” is a two-fer: psychologist and writer. I’m not a paid psychologist, but I do over-analyze myself on a daily basis. That counts, right? Sunday night I was feeling a particularly […]
I don’t know what it is, but my thoughts often turn to matters of the heart when I fly. Maybe it’s a byproduct of the adult beverage I need to consume before I board a plane, or maybe it’s just a function of being high above the planet. Whatever the driving force, it messes with […]
It had been a while. A long while, actually. The last time I passed you, you were cold. Tall. Lean. You looked like you’d seen better days. In fact, I remembered those days — I saw them, too. They seemed like they were so long ago. I can’t say for sure whether my not coming […]
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