All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. …
On Saturday, I went through some pictures with the Babe’s foster mother. Many pictures that, surprisingly, I have never seen before. Moments we were not present for. Smiles we never saw, laughter we never heard.…
My mother died in March. On the eleventh. Two and a half years ago.…
We are still waiting.…
Last weekend was good. It was great and very full. And here is another one looming, just down the road–how quickly time moves on..
Friday, after running a few errands, we headed out to see the Babe. It was a …
Ecclesiastes said it best: to everything there is a season. A time to live and to die; a time to grieve and to rejoice. A time to eat asparagus and a time to eat squash. There is a proper season …
One week ago, my younger sister’s boyfriend asked her to marry him. She may, perhaps, have been furious with me, even in her ecstatic joy, when I admitted that I knew about it (well) ahead of time. …