I Used to Blog

Once, there was a little blog. A little blog of mine. I’d check on it every day. Sometimes twice. To make sure it was fine. And someday when life slows down. And pigs have flown. I’ll log back on again. And like old friends, we’ll nestle in. That little blog of mine.

A Letter to My Mother, On the Anniversary of Her Death

I used to have this thing, where I was too embarrassed to mention you for fear of making people feel uncomfortable. I mean, death is awkward and depressing. But I’m over that now. When it comes to lives, you certainly lived a wonderful one. When it comes to kindness, selflessness, intelligence and humor, I can’t think of many… Read More A Letter to My Mother, On the Anniversary of Her Death

Overextended.

“to extend or expand beyond a safe or reasonable point” Tuesday morning, 5:30 am. Mommy…mommy…you can hear the whispers. As you pry your groggy eyes open(ish) through the ridiculously early morning darkness,you make out what appears to be your 3-year-old pleading for some grapes…peeeeeeez. You stumble your way to the kitchen, tripping over a scattering of Tonka trucks and… Read More Overextended.