Romance…with wine
I’ve been distracted, and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Wait, I should explain, considering the distraction is this horrible virus that has altered our world in a way that was inconceivable four months ago. The deaths, the panic, the ridiculous hoarding of toilet paper, the sheer volume of information we are being pummeled with... Continue Reading →
True confession: When you are a mother yourself and your own mother and mother-in-law are still alive, Mother’s Day becomes a conundrum. There was one year, a single, solitary year since I became a mother, that the stars aligned and everything worked out perfectly during that one particular twelve-ish hour period of time that mothers... Continue Reading →
Dear Brady, It's been three years. You should be sixteen, driving, wrapping up your sophomore year in high school. Thinking about college, maybe working a part-time job, any number of what everyone else sees as inane activities. Instead, you’re a pile of ashes buried next to a stream, under a maple tree, with a lake... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I scroll through my own Facebook page, as I’m sure many (Someone? Anyone? Bueller?) of you do. And each time, I think, holy shit, my friends must think that therapy I’ve been going to on the reg for heading toward three years now isn’t helping much. Because my Facebook page sure does seem… quirky.... Continue Reading →
Since March 15, 2016, I’ve inadvertently explored a wide gamut of emotions, the strongest, of course, being sadness. I’ve been so deep, wallowing so desperately in it that I could almost understand what my son was going through, in his head, when the monsters won and convinced him leaving this life was better than living... Continue Reading →