Twelve years ago today I was looking good. Great dress, great hair, makeup, shoes, jewelry – the whole shebang. Twelve years ago at this moment (as I’m writing this, not as I’m posting it) I was standing on two tall heels, holding onto the arm of a handsome man twenty-four years my senior, getting…
Category: letters to my loves
nine
Several months back I realized two things simultaneously: that you would soon be turning nine, and that looming milestone would mark something of a halfway point in our family. From that point on we’d be on the downward slide towards the day you walk out of our house and onto the next big chapter in your…
cake and (melty) ice cream
Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved. – Pudd’nhead Wilson You are often reluctant to make a big to-do about your birthday – you love to celebrate with others, but you’d much rather keep it low key for yourself. …