Tag Archives: Memories
Past Tense
I haven’t felt like writing for a while. You know how it goes. Funny how I feel this incredibly deep connection to my family, yet never go home. I was told you can’t go home again. I took it literally I guess.
Dear Mom
Do you remember when we were little – and I mean really little – we couldn’t reach the sink to brush our teeth? Back then, solutions just appeared magically and the magic was always met with great enthusiasm. One day, the solution arrived in the form of a little wooden magical stool. If the back [...]
52 Sundays – #1 – Carol
The school principal was worried I was heading for disaster by 6th grade. I hung out in the school library where you began your first year in education. He encouraged you to put me under your 22-year-old wing.
You did.
Through years of traumatic teenage angst, you were a harbor in the storm. You treated me like [...]