Strange Times
Everything seemed normal. Normal for any road trip you take with your kids. A million stops for the peanut-bladders; a million cruddy road snacks. At one roadsi...
Category: Friends
So much left unsaid
“We each of us mourn and grieve the holes our loved ones leave in our lives when they go,” I wrote to my friend yesterday. “When someone dies ...
small town roughs
We had just finished setting up our tent in among the buildings, although the buildings were in the wrong configuration. It was a farm I’d never been to b...
Three Stories
A Story About Crows for @lizzers_ Once Upon a Time, I lived far north of here in a “ranch-style bungalow” on a hill in a city bound by a river. The ...
Without You
I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s strange, and I don’t believe you’re gone. I never thought of picturing a world without you in it. ...
Red Door
I know it’s trite and overdone, but this is pretty much how things are going today:
Rockulation
I don’t think I can properly express how thankful I am for the people I have the good fortune to have crossed paths with. Hopefully, you know who you are....
By the sea
I woke this morning keenly aware of the distance between us and sad because of my loneliness for you. I asked myself, was it so very bad? And the answer of cour...
40 x 40
I have begin my “40 by 40” challenge. I’ve decided to write (and send by post) 40 letters; one to each of 40 individuals who email me and ask ...
On the Other Hand
In the words of Scarlett O’Hara, “tomorrow is another day”. Except I mean that in terms of thinking about yesterday. Which is to say if I̵...