It's been eight weeks to the day since I knew something was desperately wrong. In 48 hours, she was gone. I am still a hot mess. I want to be able to write about her. I want to be able to remember the warmth of her body nestled into the curve of mine. I want to feel the touch of her paw … More
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Girding my loins.
My mother, it seems, is dying. For those of you who know me, this is a very loaded sentence. Like, minefield loaded. Like, supersaturated solution loaded. Like, cruise ship buffet table loaded. No matter how you slice it, no matter which way you approach it, this is pretty much a raging river of … More
Learning to share.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. The trifecta of family holidays in our home. For over 25 years, these are the days where I roll up my sleeves and dive headfirst into the kitchen where I simmer, roast, steam, and bake with gusto, just like my father used to do when I was growing up. Those were … More
New life in stillness.
It's finally spring. I'm finally cleaning. My house, much like most of my life, has been in an upheaval and it has taking this long for me to give a damn and do something about it. I am not kidding when I say there's no place where I haven't let things go. My books. My bedroom. My social media. My … More
A series of unfortunate events.
It's been 16 weeks to the day since my son was hit by an SUV while riding his bike to class on his first day as a Penn State freshman. In that time, a college semester has started and ended. Late summer has worked its way through autumn and into the first real snow of winter. A political shouting … More
Collapse and think and remember and thank.
This has been one hell of a two month sprint. My timecards show me out more than I've been in. My Asana dashboard consistently, insistently shows me multiple tasks overdue. I'm hit and miss on email because Slack keeps me hopping on the critical tasks that need to be addressed. I've even taken to … More