Category: Friends

  • 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 roadside stop, I bought some semiprecious stone bracelets (a couple of mine have broken lately so I guess I needed to stock up). It was taking a ridiculous amount […]

  • 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 unexpectedly, that hole doesn’t have soft edges and neatly hemmed openings. It’s a vicious, torn-open wound. The bigger the personality, the bigger the void. Particularly for someone […]

  • 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 before, in the disguise of one that, were I a bitter, unforgiving soul, I would charge with having taken too many lives. A couple of fox kittens […]

  • 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 city itself still had many Wild Places. Not the kind of wild places where one might go after a night in one’s cups, but […]

  • 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. I don’t want to picture that world now. I wonder if she mourned you or whether your death came as a relief. Whether she stood in the living room with […]

  • 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. Whatever else gets thrown at me, know that I am thankful for you.

  • 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 course was no. But, as the dude says something about star-crossed lovers, the tower had to fall. Still, thank you. And I miss you. […]

  • 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 for a letter, before I turn 40 (this won’t happen for SEVERAL years, of course). Some folks have asked me to write about specific things. Some […]

  • 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 I’d have said it yesterday, it would have been pertaining to today, which is really what I mean. Not that tomorrow isn’t *also* another day, of course, but that I […]