Wind-chime laughter, apple slices set neatly on a plate. Primroses, rosaries, and fairy tales set in a nearby forest. A white horse, childhood anecdotes, and snarky comments. Wafers, herbs, crossword puzzles. Soup operas she’d brief us on as soon as we came in every time we visited. It’s Wednesday morning, and my brother is knockingContinueContinue reading “I miss you dearly”
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A Happy Place: Grandparents’ House
Do you want to go with your grandpa? Of course! Already packed! What an adventure that 20-minute drive to our grandparents’ house was, driving that old road that needed repair – driving there or riding a roller coaster is practically the same thing – in Grandpa’s Clio, listening to the same cassette on blast, andContinueContinue reading “A Happy Place: Grandparents’ House”
Missing Out On Memories
Terminal. And love isn’t. Love is there after, long after. Love is so terrifying to me because it’s gigantic, intense, and everywhere, which makes everything so much more painful. Every second feels like missing out. Frozen in the moment, trying to freeze time, anxious to make memories last because, very soon, they’ll be all you’reContinueContinue reading “Missing Out On Memories”
My Little Hawk 