My dear Michael,
You are a man of so many talents, there was little you couldn’t do–if you didn’t know how you just did it anyway.
Sunday blues
I can already see that Sundays are going to be the worst day of the week; it was most often the day that all of us would be home together, working in the garden, cooking, listening to NPR. Yesterday was just like one of those days, except it was Mike’s mom with us from New Mexico instead of Mike. And that was great–she’s had a great time with the kids and vice versa. Mike and the kids and I have always appreciated and enjoyed her visits. Continue reading “Sunday blues”
Can't stop crying
Why this morning?
Is it because I’m going to close on a house by myself today (we bought nine houses together)?
Because it is All Souls Day and the wall between the worlds is at its thinnest (and why can’t I feel you, Mike?) Continue reading “Can't stop crying”
This week's gifts
I am blessed. In the past 7 days:
5-people (including me) brainstormed in my living room and set up a long-term meal and playdate schedule and more (“meals” to include drop off meals and shared meals at my house and at other people’s houses) Continue reading “This week's gifts”
Curses and blessings
I have a really mundane voice mail message from Mike on my cell phone. Every time it pops up into my ear, I am startled and then strangely comforted. I guess I’m pretending that if his voice is so close and so real that everything must really be okay. Continue reading “Curses and blessings”
dreamthoughts
oh my partner
how i long to laugh and to cry
in your arms
to feel your breath on my skin
to see your smile light up the sky for eternity
or just one more time
On the strength of peanutbutter jars
I’m so mad at Mike that I won’t even write what I’m thinking about him right now. I’ll save it for the ears of those special few (you know who you are) who are kind enough to listen to my rants in person. Continue reading “On the strength of peanutbutter jars”