It’s Cade’s turn with the stomach bug. It was his turn all night, in fact. So he’s home with me today while Claire is at school. And since he is busy laying on the sofa and asking me to turn on the AC (it is 30 degrees outside and maybe 70 inside) as he is...
The visit was an accident. A first for her that happened on a mild winter day, walking hand in hand with me as she asked where we were going. Where we were going, sweet little girl, is to see where your Dad’s Memorial Bench sits… we’re going because as I watch you run around...
One. Jess is my hair person. I adore her for her talent, but mostly for the conversations we inevitably have. She’s young and smart and a dreamer. She doesn’t own a computer or a cell phone. She says she likes coming home to messages on her machine. She likes the sound of human voice....
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Running along the sidewalk this morning, I’d make mental deals with myself. If I make it to the end corner, next bench, over the bridge, to the tree with low branches, I could stop. This way, I end up running the entire way, but trick my body into thinking it will stop soon. Can’t believe...
