on family
I wasn’t going to write about this, not yet, not today or tonight. Especially not this late at night, without forethought. But then I saw that my friend Amy Timberlake bravely posted: ”yeah, I miss my dad today,” and my heart got heavy with all that I haven’t acknowledged. There are so many reasons not [...]
on family
today i started emptying our cluttered china cabinet, in preparation for filling it up again, only more so. It’s spring, or an illusion, here in Chicagoland. Out with the old, in with the new. Or in this case, in with the other old. Only child that I am, I inherited a fair amount of fragile [...]
on family
The other night, I lay in bed, reading to my eight-year old son, Teo. Teo is a great reader to himself, as well, but nights, he still likes to curl up with either Greg or me, and listen. On this night, we were well into The Battle of the Labyrinth, book four of the Rick [...]
on family
What follows is the remembrance that I gave at my dad’s memorial service last fall. Some friends and family present suggested that I post it, so I am, exactly as I read it. I might write it a little differently today, as other memories and realizations wash over me. Such is the fluid nature of [...]