A poem on Father's Day without a dad. Don't take any time for granted.
Father’s Day
Bye House
A note on saying goodbye to one of the family
Estate Sale
Epic Toy Sale. Free admission, lots upstairs, more rooms at the back. With no warning, my childhood home has become a museum of my life. Maybe I should offer tours: Look, there’s the dress I wore to the senior year homecoming dance; this is my ballet Barbie with all of her bendy joints, the one... Continue Reading →
After 3 Years
Hey Dad, Today marks 3 years since you went on to the next adventure. It’s crazy because it doesn’t feel anywhere near that long, but it also feels like it’s been forever. I finally started reading your memoirs and journals and looking through your photo albums. It’s been a really interesting experience because I’ve learned... Continue Reading →
Meg Decker 