Remembering Ken on our 25th ‘Anniversary’
Twelve days after Ken died, I wrote this post. I haven’t read it since, and I’m not going to read …
Twelve days after Ken died, I wrote this post. I haven’t read it since, and I’m not going to read …
She was quick, controversial, and compelled to cross every line – out loud. And, she made me laugh even when it …
This winter Sunday, I woke to the high-pitched scrape of steel on steel, my da sharpening my bread knife because …
They tell me I am in a state of shock and to take one day at a time. They tell me he is in a far better place now. Really? How could any place be better than in our dining room next month to light sixteen candles on my daughter’s birthday cake or in the audience to cheer our girl as she walks across the stage to receive her high school diploma less than two years from now? How could any place be better than a ring-side seat at all those milestones that bring pure and simple pleasure?