Latest Reflections
Back From the Edge
I’ve never let any of my dogs sleep in the bed with me, not even Nemo after Trent died. But on Tuesday night, Roxie was in my bed, with pillows from my bed and my couch all around her, to keep her...
A Name In Stone
It’s as tall as my knees and just as wide. Dug from the earth, the color of earth, and carved with a name: Nick Carnes. Roxie and I walk by it every day, nestled in Sawyer Point Park, a stone’s...
The Chessboard
My dad took this picture, and I always thought it was our most accurate family photo. My mom and I are not playing, we are studying the board. The game is being played by my father and someone else...
My Nephew, Not Me
We were at Island Beach State Park in New Jersey, which is more beautiful than people assume. Not all of New Jersey is ‘the armpit of America.’ My Mom and I had taken my nephew to the beach for the...
“Whose little girl are you?”
This will be the last one. It was also the last time. Or at least, the last time for that version of our relationship. . . . It happened after we moved from the house by the golf course...
Tending to the Little Girl
After last Sunday’s email, there were so many supportive messages—we all have our private wounds. Still, I felt tender, vulnerable. Last night, Monday night, getting in bed, I felt the discomfort of...
Got enough love?
When my husband died and other changes followed, The Love Bucket helped me figure out how to bring more love into my life. If you’d like an objective method to increase the level of love in your life, this guide is for you!
