BOOK INTRODUCTIONS BORE ME. As do acknowledgements, forewords, prologues, and prefaces. My brain gets impatient. And here I am forcing an introduction on you. I promise it’ll be quick and painless.
I get it now. I’ve been somewhat indifferent to death for years and it’s taken me nearly 42 of them to understand why. It’s not because I’m cold-hearted, unemotional or uncomfortable with it. I shed tears like a normal person and feel hurt swelling in my heart like a balloon about to burst. Perhaps just like you do. The death… Read More
When we bought the little woodsy cottage at Halfmoon Lake, the previous owners left their beautiful dining room table for us. I’m not sure what type of wood it was but it was long and probably seated 10 comfortably. I had so many plans for that table. I even had a picture of people seated around a large table, covered… Read More
When snow falls I get the feels. I don’t mind the snow; it’s pretty and sad. It’s almost like the sky is so cold and so hardened that instead of tears, it’s gone right to cold, bitter, pretty little daggers. It suits my mood. The holidays are upon us and I’m just gonna say it- I hate them with a… Read More
There I was. Four years old again, sitting in our poorly decorated kitchen- tan, gold and orange rectangle linoleum, poorly matched with striped orange and yellow wallpaper, randomly spotted with tan flowers. I sat at our old wooden table, on a metal folding chair.
Somewhere among the constant updating of your social media newsfeed, the buzzing of ideas, political rants, endless accounts of he said/she said, the newest binge-worthy series on Netflix, that “Stop the Rodeo Riders from ripping the tails off of Bulls” petition you have to sign- lies your brain. I bet if you’re anything like me, all this is hitting you… Read More