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my memories first
I took this picture in April 2021, on a day Eric and I had to ourselves. As parents of young kids, we had learned early that the best getaways were the ones where we got the kids away and we could stay home ourselves. This day and a half to ourselves was perfect. Eric spent…
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Come away
I’ve been thinking about that strange paradox between living and grieving. We’re forced to do one but we need to do another. The one doesn’t leave much room for the other. The one often overshadows the other. Responsibilities don’t allow me room to do much reflecting. There are three rascals to feed, to hold, to…
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now I wake
I take baths at three in the morning now, when the babies rest and sleep escapes my halfhearted grasp. It used to be after school, when Eric was alive, because he would see how tired I was by the time I got home from school and he would want to see me relax. He loved…
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If not with you
I didn’t want to put Christmas up this year. At the very most, maybe the little tree we have on the side buffet in the dining room. But I thought of my son and how much he is like his daddy. And his daddy loved Christmas. So here we are.
a scribble of jo 