The distance between us, isn’t. It simply isn’t. It doesn’t exist. Physically, she’s across the loading dock from me, sure, but the space we’re living in, it’s the same. It’s as safe and certain as any of us are at any point in our lives.… Read More
It’s an old story, stop me if you’ve heard it before. Two thirty-something moms stop for a drink on their way home from grocery shopping on a winter’s eve. They sit at the bar, at the only available seats, and are chatted up by an… Read More
I have not yet done a thing to prep for Easter morning. No plastic eggs. No baskets. No ribbons. No tangled mounds of grass. No piles of jelly beans and Cadbury goodies. Nada. Our routine (and with four kids, I use the word ‘routine’ very… Read More
It’s December and I’m looking back. It has always been a month of retrospection for me. It is the finality of closing a year, of looking back over what the months have brought. It is the Christmas season and all of the tradition and nostalgia… Read More
It’s a road on my GPS, a small curving line on a map, surrounded by greens and yellows. But to me, the words reads like an escape: Berry Patch Lane, a wondrous place that smells like sweet strawberries and where time slows down like an… Read More
The Frozen Moon 