Dad On His Feet
It Ain’t Easy, But Keep Going
In those moments, the unease begins to seep into my thoughts. It’s as if there’s something terrible in the room with me that I can’t quite see because it’s too awful.
Amongst the Sand and Shells
For my daughter, the shell is a shell, until it becomes a shovel, a swimming pool for fairy dolls, a marker of her grandmother who died when my daughter was a baby.
I’m Still Not Used to New England
It’s almost July and 67ºF and drizzly out. The rain is cool. Not cold, but still, it’s cool. After seven years in Arkansas, five in St. Louis, and two in Tennessee, I forgot that summers… Read More »I’m Still Not Used to New England
Cooking Like Mom
For dinner, I baked a chicken and made a heap of mashed potatoes. Today, I sliced the chicken breast for sandwiches, used the leftover mashed potatoes for shepherds pie, and am boiling the chicken bones… Read More »Cooking Like Mom
Day 43: It’s Monday Again and We’re All in Front of Screens
It’s a cold, windy, rainy day in Boston. The tree limbs shake. It adds to the tension but helps keep people indoors.