Inexorable

Saturdays are the worst- I tell the concierge earlier.  It is such a long day for some reason…a family day.  Audrey and I go to Target where we run into the elderly Chinese widow from across the hall.  I suppose Target is what people like us do on...

Sometimes You Come Undone

Sometimes you write with hope and strength because you know that makes everyone feel better and provides a much more satisfying read, but also because… you are hopeful.Sometimes you lay down a blanket on a cemetery plot and picnic and surprise yourself with...
Father’s Day

Father’s Day

It’s odd being on the flip side of a literal holiday celebrating something you are mourning the loss of.It was strange to wake up with that feeling in the pit of my stomach, when I realized others were running into their dad’s room with presents and maybe...

No Man

“There’s no man in our family,” Audrey says to me tonight as she’s laying in bed about to fall asleep.  “You mean like Appa?”  I ask.  “Yeah.”  “What made you think of that?”...

Cumulous: One

“There is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it,” says C.S. Lewis.  When it comes down to it- yes.  This is how it is.  It is seeing the reflection of the top of your cello case in the frame of the wedding picture over our bed...

Memorial Day

Memorial Day.A Monday.Hot, humid.Thirteen years ago.We met.You are 22.  I am 23.”Julia?””Yeah…hi.””Hey, I’m Dan.”Looking forward to meeting again.