(Today marks three weeks since we arrived at our new home in Massachusetts. More on THAT to come, because hoo boy. But for right now, a surprisingly/not super surprisingly hard one to write. I began this post the week before we moved but had to stop because…I had to stop. Stay tuned. Thanks in advance. Buckle up. Keep hydrating. And, you know, wear a mask.) An open letter to my home: Hey home, I know I’ve said some things in {Read More}
Five years later.
March 30, 2020 By Leave a Comment
Hey, Dad. Ready for this? It’s been five years since you left us. FIVE YEARS. I assume that you’re aware of this through the ether- but I’m not exactly sure about how time works where you are. (That said, I’m not exactly sure about how time works where I am. Long story.) Dad, when you died, I thought I was the bravest I had ever been- had ever had to be. Working on your obituary, pulling together your collection of {Read More}
A story for Bean.
November 29, 2018 By 8 Comments
So, I need to tell you about my little buddy Bean. Even if you’re not a “cat person.” Especially if you’re not a “cat person.” I met Bean in 2004, back when I wasn’t much of a cat person, either. (I didn’t have anything against them- I just happened to be 24 years of age and was doing fairly well being a Keely Person, to tell the truth.) But my boyfriend at the time had grown up with cats, and {Read More}
Three years later.
March 30, 2018 By 3 Comments
Hey Dad, It’s been three years since we last held hands, last watched James Bond and HGTV, and last joked about how much we could sell your pills for on the black market. (#regrets) Three years ago, I spent the better part of three months driving back and forth from small airport to small town (in big, big snow), wondering what “after” would look like. How could we possibly have an “after” when our hero was leaving us? I would {Read More}
Big Feelings. (AKA, It’s a cold, rainy day.)
March 1, 2018 By 1 Comment
Today is a day of big feelings. Like, really big feelings. And horrid weather. (Related? Probably.) Today is March 1st, and in three days it’ll be March 4th, and I am trying- I am so trying- to march forth. (Hopefully three days lead time will be enough. I may need to stretch.) *** Happy birthday, Rog. I just heard on the radio that today is Roger Daltrey’s birthday (happy birthday!) and so, in his honor, they weren’t going to play {Read More}
Today. (Is Hard.)
January 25, 2018 By 1 Comment
Today. Today is a day where I want to keep the blankets firmly (and warmly) over my head. Today also happens to be a day where that most likely will not happen. Today is a day where I had intended to write a sweetly sentimental piece about toddlerhood, and how hard it is- because, ohmygoodness, it is SO HARD- and for every moment that folks implore you to not blink n’ miss it, you have another moment where you’d sell {Read More}
Shootings. And what to do.
November 9, 2017 By Leave a Comment
The other day I posted a thing on Facebook. It was right after this past weekend’s awful shooting in Texas. (Which- ha, is kind of a rookie mistake, since Facebook has pretty much become an insulated bubble where peeps preach to likeminded peeps and we all agree that we’re all doing a pretty great job. Which is nice, but ultimately not as far-reaching as one might hope.) So, I’m sharing it here, where my hopes for further dialogue and answers (and {Read More}
Kindergarten & the Beatles & crying in public
August 31, 2017 By 2 Comments
I cried at Target the other day. It’s neither the first time I’ve cried in public nor even at a Target, but the surprising nature of the cry was enough to snap me out of it pretty quickly and have it turn into an embarrassing choke/gasp kind of thing. So, Susannah- Suzy/Zuzu/whatever the heck she goes by at any given moment- my second born ride-along, the one who can keep a good pun going for as long as the situation {Read More}
