Permission
It comes on fast. First, acute, undeniable soreness. I go into action: apply heat, take Advil, drink water, rest as soon as I can. Maybe, this time, I can keep it away. By night, the fever begins to climb. By … Continue reading
Tag: grief
A Wednesday in Mid-October
I nearly missed it this year. Not that I didn’t know what day it was or tweet about it or appreciate those who were remembering Lorenzo. Not that October 15 has anything to do with him other than it being … Continue reading
Year Two
“I’ve been homesick for countries I’ve never been, and longed to be where I couldn’t be.” —John Cheever Living here is a bit like inhabiting a Cheever story. The electricity of summer storms. The audible glee rising up over … Continue reading
What I Don’t Know Now
I’m sure most everyone who has a baby goes through this cataloguing, this realization that certain things have come full circle while others have begun anew. Perhaps it feels similarly for an astronaut looking down on Earth from space or … Continue reading
There I Am
“Travel far enough, you meet yourself.” —Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell While we wait to meet our daughter, I’ve spent time with the meaty novels and collections I’ve been meaning to read. After relying on memoirs of survival this past … Continue reading