Who was I before you? Who was I before I held you down in the name of a cure? Of fixing a mistake. Of righting a wrong. You. Not a mistake. Not a wrong. Who was I before I felt your life inside me before I realized the awesome responsibility of you. Continue reading “Aidan”
No music this year. No Nirvana or Pearl Jam or Alice. Instead, the rhythmic meditative hum of tires on pavement. Bait and Tackle. Guns and Ammo. Propane. Discarded boats wedged between tree stumps. Hulls fed upon like carrion dissolving under the weight of the sun with no water to coax them back to life.Continue reading “Peninsula”
Every moment. Here. Gone. Days. Years. Strong and enduring. Yet impossible to hold onto. Like trying to capture a sunbeam or dandelion fluff. Moments pass through our fingertips. Figments for the future to discover. To build on. To make their own. To rewrite. As I turn to dust and into dandelions and sunbeams.
Finding space to write about the big things in life …
Our family’s journey through epilepsy diagnosis, treatment … and redefining the perfect child.