Grief

Grief

Grief catches me in the back of the throat. That’s where the pain resides. I don’t know why this was, but that’s what I felt, trying to hold myself together while my grandfather lay in bed dying in his apartment in Seaside, California. I arrived two...
Into the wild backyards

Into the wild backyards

When I was a kid, fences seemed unimportant. Boundaries never really crossed my mind. I reveled in the freedom to explore not just my own neighborhood, but all the neighborhoods in walking or biking distance. When I was 5 years old, growing up in Columbia, Maryland,...
This is not the post you are looking for

This is not the post you are looking for

It’s 3:26 in the afternoon as I start this post and I have every intention of making it a pretty unedited thingamabob, with the exception of typos and horrendous grammar that could conceivably slip in. I’m tired. I had intended to spend a longer period of...

5 is enough

In the last year, we’ve gotten used to being a family of 5. I’m not sure I’ve written anything at all about this, and I’m not really in the mood to delve into past posts to check what I’ve already shared. There is a story that is really...