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the pieces of
I miss you. Your physical presence next to me when I wake up in the middle of the night. The sounds of you puttering around the house while the rest of us sleep. The knowledge that you will lock the doors before you go to sleep. These comforts exist no longer. They were buried with…
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unravel
What I realize today, this morning, is that the struggle of this year has been the way in which it all continuously unravels. Think of a beautiful rug or tapestry or canvas art you have worked hard to create. It has required dreaming and imagining, re-envisioning, and effort. It has taken tears and sweat and…
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too big
That’s today. Too big. The world, its people, the demands, the pressure, the nonstop expectation that you as a human being and a teacher and a friend and a patient and a person and a wife and a mom will be able to just keep going…It’s too big today. Usually I manage it all pretty…