Not every song is a sweet one. Not all things get a happy ending. And life is hard. And love even harder. But here we are. Regretfully. And though he will never read this, I have to thank him for so many things-most importantly the reminder that when someone loves you, they do everything they can for as long… Continue reading Don’t be afraid
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A lady all her own
My grandmother loved to dance, coffee with a lot of sugar, dogs. She was unafraid to speak up for herself no matter her age, was a great listener, and spent a ton of time on the telephone with friends. She loved college football, sweet-tea, the mini-series “The Thornbirds”. She loved to laugh, loved good gossip… Continue reading A lady all her own
down the drain
I am thinking about the word "damage". I am thinking about how that conjures up the image of a bombed out building. A package ruined in the mail. A mis-sewn pair of jeans. A limb that no longer functions in the full way a limb should.I think of loss. And I think of fear. I… Continue reading down the drain
Lock down
I have made a mess of it. I have thrown it away. Hurled it really, right out the window. I have made of a go of it. I sat my heart down and said ‘you may or may not be ready but you are going there.’ And I did it. I went. I have made… Continue reading Lock down
Zippy Autumn
It’s chilly October, the leaves are in the gutters. No one can say they didn’t warn you. It comes every year, (you should know this by now)-the falling of it all. Don’t you think often of the time before? When falling leaves and broken banisters and chipping paint were someone else’s problem.All you had to worry about was how… Continue reading Zippy Autumn
A good try.
I was not perfect. In fact, sometimes, I was awful to be around. I was not always right, but I tried desperately to always be kind. I succeeded mostly. I did not always apologize (first or at all) but I did leave the door to my heart open and the threshold welcoming.I was learning. I was working… Continue reading A good try.
Some notes to my brother, who has moved away
Kyle, You should know the house is very much the same and also completely different. Without you that is. Your room is empty, the bathroom is bare. Without you here, the house lacks the smell of lavender epsom salt or the sound of someone roller skating upstairs in your room. Your laughter does not echo… Continue reading Some notes to my brother, who has moved away
A visitor, a sign.
He was hard to spot. He was sitting on the dry grass this morning slowly opening and closing his wings. Once I found him, I sat beside him for a moment and looked at the trees moving in the early morning breeze. The gray clouds covering us like a down comforter. Bella licked the air,… Continue reading A visitor, a sign.
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