The album is my link to him, it came out the year he died. It’s just called April and it was released on April 1, 2008. I remember buying the CD, standing outside the record store waiting for the bus…. Read More ›
parenting
Brief candles
Leaving Utah last September was one of the saddest times of my life, saying goodbye to our daughter Lily. That little airport in the middle of nowhere, so desolate. Sitting in the lobby waiting for the airport workers to open… Read More ›
Midwinter break
Literally everyone standing in line is on their phone. It said the wait time was 85 minutes but when we got halfway through they said it would be longer, that’s all they said. And when Charlotte checked the wait time… Read More ›
On a Friday morning in September somewhere
I have come here to see my kid. Air BNB blankets gathered around my legs, the windows cracked. The time different, the sun not yet come up, all my things in the closet or my carry-on. It is different not… Read More ›
On a flight into Durango with Billy Collins
It is not enough for the boy on the plane to get his mom to give her pillow to him He needs her to sacrifice her comfort for him, to prove her love this way And so it is never… Read More ›
The twos and threes
There is something about the twos and threes that gets mixed. One week ago is clear, two weeks is too, but now that I get to three I’m not sure, was it two weeks ago you left, or more? As… Read More ›
Second person singular
You knew it would come to this, one day the kids leave the nest. You are left with yourself and your things, the memory of who you were as a couple and who you will be now that they’re gone…. Read More ›
Last Saturday night in Wallingford
It is late afternoon on a Saturday in late September, early fall, and it all could be normal again if it weren’t for the masks and jugs of sanitizer in the entryway of the cat cafe here in Wallingford. The… Read More ›
Memento mori
It is late August and I am 7 going on 8, never quite old enough in years or in looks. My dad is a school teacher and my mom works at the bank so I stay with my grandparents for… Read More ›
Song for Lily and Charlotte
There is no time like the present but no present like ice cream on a summer afternoon with you beside me in the car and you in the back seat well before the days of work life and strife, when… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 