Living

On our last day, I knew something was askew with you. You were quieter. You didn’t tell as many jokes… Read more Living

Doing

Maggie will turn four in November. I watched her sleeping tonight (since I couldn’t seem to fall asleep myself). She… Read more Doing

“Walk. Chalk.” Each morning, as the hands on the clock tick and tock their way toward the number nine, Maggie’s… Read more Walk and chalk

Last weekend, I said a fond farewell to a former high school classmate whose life was recently cut short. His… Read more Dirty dancing’s not THAT bad

When my friend Bruce invited me to his concert next weekend, I was stoked—and then immediately felt totally bummed. His… Read more Choosing not to

I’m pretty sure I’ve never cried so much in my life. Since having my daughter in November, my perspective has… Read more Merging