by Jule Kucera | Oct 12, 2025 | Blog
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 from falling over. She was panting and drooling. When I stroked her...
by Jule Kucera | Oct 5, 2025 | Blog
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 throw from the I-471 overpass, nestled among burgundy coleus plants and...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 28, 2025 | Blog
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 via telephone. My mom was always studying the board, and I was always...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 21, 2025 | Blog
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 day. My brother probably had to work. My nephew was 5, which would...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 14, 2025 | Blog
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 to the new house, built for my parents as they disagreed over which...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 7, 2025 | Blog
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 that 4-year-old girl. It was my signal to bring in some Internal...
