I thought that maybe if he could hear the urgency in my voice, it would somehow snap him into submission. I hoped that he might carry out at least a tiny detail of his morning routine. I should know better by now. But there is always hope; there must be. The eventuality of the lastContinue reading “Fore!”
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Standing By
Somehow, I felt better sending the little chicken with Sam. He’s gone for three months, half a day away by airplane. He must be having the time of his life, and I will be here, home, where he no longer even lives, waiting for him. When Elliott was small, he spent a magical yearContinue reading “Standing By”
Shining like Nobody’s Business: Reflections on Turning Fifty
“I can tell you’re old, because I see all those veins on your head.” Ethan sat across from me at the picnic table in the shelter at Annie’s Woods, the park where we spent some time together on the late July evening that marked my fiftieth birthday. He did not offer time for my reactionContinue reading “Shining like Nobody’s Business: Reflections on Turning Fifty”
