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.
Dad On His Feet
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.
What will our life look like in September, December, and a year from now?
It’s a cold, windy, rainy day in Boston. The tree limbs shake. It adds to the tension but helps keep people indoors.
We’ve been at this for 39 days. It’s wearing.