(The view I imagine Wayne has. Watching. Out of the way but not. Right here but not quite here. Close but invisible.) Yesterday I called my Mom after attempting to watch, “P.S. I Love you.” Couldn’t make it to the part that makes a person happy. Got stuck on the birthday cake scene when she...
I can take pictures all day. I can bake and cook and clean and dance around the house to music with the kids. I cannot make a memory scanner. I don’t know how to use power tools. I can’t throw a football. Caeden is starting to notice. I think we are both starting to come...
I understand better than I did before. That all it really takes is consistency. Parenting 101, right? A schedule that does not vary. Needing to know that there are no surprises. That things can be calm. That rules (that I had no energy for previously) are consistent and fair and … a part of what...
Listening to “More Time” by Need To Breathe. It’s the song Jami set our Christmas movie to. The other day I ejected a movie from my laptop. The title, “P.S. I Love You,” was written in Wayne’s handwriting on the DVD. It’s about a terminally ill man. That’s all I know because it’s what Wayne...
