A poem on Father's Day without a dad. Don't take any time for granted.
A note on saying goodbye to one of the family
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 →