There’s a ratty old hoodie I occasionally think about throwing away. The cuffs are stained with bleach. The sleeves no longer reach my wrist. More than once, a kind soul points out the small stain just right of the zipper. I’m quick to explain its origin…
Sweet girl, I miss you. It’s hard to believe over 9 years have passed since I last saw your smile, heard your giggle, felt your squeeze wrapped around my neck. I think about you. all. the. time. I wonder what you would be like: your interests, your talents, your…
I remember the moment. My youngest daughter and her dad had been admitted to the hospital in critical condition. A matter of life and death. staring at the carpet, the weight of reality pressed deep in my soul, squeezing my heart. The morning started as usual: a quick walk. The…