February 16, 2009
Sometimes it happens like this; a small series of events lead to a memory, and then his face is before me, healthy and full, eyes dancing with mischief.
Just as quickly, his visage shrinks, pulls inward, cheeks sucking in and eyes getting larger and larger, until that blank, brown wide stare is eating me up. The [...]
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October 17, 2008
I am always melancholy this time of year.
I took The Poo on a girl’s-only date this afternoon, to Old Navy and for dinner at a local grease pit. She was a handful today, all wiggly limbs and sassy mouth. She’s worn out from playing with her cousins, and she’s far from her home.
She needed me.
Off [...]
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