giving Reflections on Thanks

Before everyone arrives with hot casseroles and forced conversations, it’s quiet. It’s dark and soundless, except for the occasional jingle of the dog’s collar. The coal stove glows orange inside, reminding me of ET’s heart. The kids are asleep upstairs, tucked in, not far from the cold chill clinging to their windows. A faint light…

Parallel Play – A letter to my grandmother

Hi Mim. I’m reading a book about writing. It’s suggests, in order to find my authentic writing voice, I write a letter to someone I trust, someone who gets me, shares my sensibility, someone who likes me. You came to mind. I’m 38 now. You’ve been gone for 20 years. I’ve surpassed the years I…

Fly Away Home

As parents we are always saying farewell. From the moment a baby is born we begin the process of separation. It’s easy to forget in the day to day business of living, that our job as parents is to set our people free, let them fly, give them wings so they can soar into a…