Posted on July 15, 2020
On the 15th of October, around 10:25 a.m., I’ll be observing an anniversary of sorts that only a select group of people can fully comprehend and connect with. And one that only I internalize.
Posted on June 4, 2020
From the time you stop counting the minutes between your spouse’s last breaths of earthly oxygen (I stopped at 7 minutes and 23 seconds before I called my dad to my husband’s hospice bed in the dining room to help me count), shit gets real…real fast.
Posted on June 3, 2020
Dear two bikers coming down the big hill at Battelle Darby Creek, as you rounded the path that parallels the creek itself: