We watched those white balloons released into the air on Saturday and I posed the question “How do those parents bear it?” Was it not clear that it was rhetorical? That I did not need the answer? I described the gentle lapping of the grief tides this year. Was that not enough? I did not…
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thinking about: shakertown
As a child, our family visited Shaker Village in Pleasant Hill, Kentucky every once in awhile, usually for lunch or dinner. There are many photos of me and my sister as little girls outside the various buildings there. It was also a popular place for elementary classes to visit on field trips – for touring,…
stop four: cedar point
There was a summer, many years ago, when M and I were first dating. We met during our one and only overlapping semester in graduate school, but we opted not to date each other until we started living 560 miles apart. Those were long miles back then – on two lane roads for the most…