Romance…with wine
It’s been six years since I lost my son. For six years I’ve been strong, and all of a sudden I’m just so… exhausted. I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard this particular Mother’s Day weekend. Actually, that’s not true. I know exactly why. I’ve been plugging along fairly consistently for a while.... 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 →
Hi March, how are you? Okay, honestly, I don’t care, because I hate you. Yeah, yeah, I know you bring good tidings, theoretically. There’s March Madness for everyone who loves basketball or betting or cheering for the underdog. And of course, for those of us in northern climates, it’s supposed to herald the coming of... Continue Reading →
Dear Brady, Happy Birthday. You should be sixteen today. We should be going to the DMV to get your driver’s license. You should be a sophomore in high school. I wonder if we would have figured out a way to give you a car for your birthday? I wonder if you would still be in... Continue Reading →
I used to love fall. But the riot of color in the trees no longer brings me the same pleasure it did just two years ago. I have no desire to pull my sweaters out of hibernation; no excitement over wearing my multitude of boots (and I own some super cute boots). The cooler days... Continue Reading →