Month: February 2019

My parents found a stack of poems in my grandfather’s things. They slid them into a manila envelope and brought them to me on one of their visits. I looked through them at the time, in more detail later, and then tucked them into a drawer in my room. I few weekends ago, on a…

I had grand plans to put a post together earlier this week to be “ahead of the game”. It was a sweet one, and was perfect for a week focused on love. But I didn’t feel too great on Tuesday, and slept poorly all week, and more urgent things arose in the place of planning…

I thought I was going to write about something else today, but I decided to save it for another week after watching two different shows recently with a common thread. Last weekend M came home from the grocery with a movie disc from Red Box – it was out of character for him, but he…