I wrote a post earlier today, saved it for further edit, and then deleted when I finally sat back down at my computer. In effect, the earlier post said what I had intended to share with you, but the raw words seemed too harsh to work with. And so, … [Continue reading]
Good Morning Dear
Each morning, I enter my office and stare at your photograph while my computer starts up. “Good Morning Dear,” I think, with fond affection. Sometimes, I even say it out loud. There isn’t much left you now that you have died just these photographs … [Continue reading]
Patriot’s Day
I let the day pass without giving Patriot's Day a single thought. In the evening, I turned on the TV to select the digital video recording (DVR) of the race coverage among a collection of children's shows. As my dinner cooked, I sat on … [Continue reading]
Go in peace
YaYa saw my eyes welling up with tears. He scooted over, put his arm around me, and began to gently pat my back. It is so sweet of him to watch out for me like this. Still, I wonder if he takes on too much responsibility in doing … [Continue reading]
My chilled disposition
I'm here at YaYa's soccer game, frozen from the chilly wind, and disinterested as a wave of unfairness hits me. Fathers (aka Husbands) surround me on the soccer field. They exchange high-fives as they block my view, until I lose interest all … [Continue reading]