I woke early this morning. I am puppy sitting for my oldest’s new addition, so it was cold blue, silent early. I used to be a night person. Those were the hours everyone was asleep, and I could be with myself, my thoughts. Early morning was never my jam, but I moved in with a…
A boy lost his father when he was a child. To work, compromise, and a dash of selfish. The boy cried. A young man lost his father when he was struggling. To indifference, distraction, and lies. The young man yelled. A man lost his father unexpectedly. To the invisible, the invasive, and neglect. The man…
For my father on Father’s Day. I forgive you. It’s okay. I’m letting go because that is what is best for me. The weight of it, the lack of story, tradition, history, has simply become too heavy for me to carry any longer. I’m not sure when pain started attaching itself to me. When the missed, ignored and forgotten became…
Michael started reading Shel Silverstein with Katlyn when she was little. They tried Harry Potter, but Katlyn was bored, so he moved on to Where The Sidewalk Ends. Katlyn is twenty and she now owns all of Shel Silverstein’s books, even the bad one about the rabbit. They still reference Shel’s stories in conversation, it’s like…
A laundry mat is really not the place to make life decisions, but sometimes they work out. When Michael and I first started living together we rented this one and a half room place with concrete floors, before they were trendy, and a living room that barely had enough room for a futon (wow, remember…
Last week I had to go to the post office again because my mail lady is a crazy person. I know we live out in the middle of nowhere and I know our house is down a hill, but if you can’t hang then don’t become a New River Mail Lady. We have a fairly…
There’s no question Michael will not be please with this post or this picture. He’s private, but it had do be done. It’s a milestone. This past Saturday Michael turned 40. I’ve known him for 24 of those years. He’s bigger now, hairier, he tucks his shirts in and I can’t remember the last time…
Today’s Father’s Day and our home is minus a father. Michael had an emergency at work and has been at it all day. Not a very fun time, but the damn email server has to be fixed and running by Monday morning. I just spoke to him and while he’s tired, he sounded almost excited.…
Today is Father’s Day. My father is not really a father, but more like a guy I used to visit in the summer when I was a child. My parents were divorced when I was three and while many family members have said my dad tried, he did not try hard enough. When I am…