The thing about memories, and the reason they can cause sadness, directly relates to the fact that sometimes the present can seem so far from a seemingly better time and place. This in turn can cause terrible anxieties in regards to the future: “what if”…What if I never get that level back? What if that’s […]Read more "Just a Memory"
He stole my heart from the moment I saw him, and he knows it. I love him more than words can say. I once worried that, as a product of a divorce, he would struggle with understanding what love is and what love isn’t. But at two and a half, my son (like all children) […]Read more "Dear Charlie"
My son loves shooting hoops. He runs and jumps, and before taking a shot- he’ll say, “I can do it myself,” but he always prefers for me to fetch after the ball and will turn in expectation for some acknowledgement of his nothing-but-net accomplishments. Occasionally, he’ll even allow me an attempt, albeit maybe only one […]Read more "Single Parenting"
It felt good to have a “normal” day. My son and I woke up in a happy place, and before heading out to the shore, he said, “I love this day.” Isn’t that what life is about? Taking in the sun and enjoying the moment? Honestly, going to the beach with a toddler is a […]Read more "Life’s a Beach"
I come from people that crossed the sea for roads paved in gold. Their children were the kings and queens of their world. I’m from waking up to the smell of early morning coffee and 5 o’clock news. Where I come from, there are homemade biscuits and kolaches. Someone’s inevitably going to be called “bubba” […]Read more "Where I’m From"
I was recently called a catastrophist, and it made my blood boil. Anxious? Scared? Yes. Weary? Most days. But even at my worst, I’m always full of hope and believe in the best possible outcome. I work hard to live a happy existence. How dare anyone that knows me say anything about me having a […]Read more "Courage in Catastrophe"
Each time a plane flew overhead as I played with my baby in our old backyard, we’d take a moment to look up and stare. His tiny finger would extend towards the sky as he pointed at the “pane,” and we would watch it until it disappeared into the clouds. I never intended for him to […]Read more "Time for Take Off!"