A Hole in the Wall

I’m happy to report we are now the proud owners of a hole in our kitchen (or living room, depending on where you’re standing) wall. It’s all an attempt to make our 1950′s boxed-in, closed-up house into a modern-day, “open floor plan” house. My father is responsible. Give that guy a chisel and a staple [...]

A Wounded Heart, Part 5

(Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 or Part 4 here.) OK, this story is getting long—not what I intended at the beginning. I’m going to wrap this up because I was reminded the other day that I don’t like writing. Why I started a blog, I have no idea. Also, if you’ve read 61 [...]

A Wounded Heart, Part 4

(Read Part 1, Part 2 or Part 3 here.) The looming white wall marked the edge of the cemetery where Daniel was buried. As soon as I saw it, it was as if something clicked inside that made if familiar, despite having been there only once before—when I was 3 years old. I was nonchalant. [...]

A Wounded Heart, Part 3

(The story continues…read Part 1 here or Part 2 here.) My parents, understandably, had no idea I internalized as much as I did. In fact, I didn’t realize it either. So as not to overwhelm my sister and me with the gravity of it all, my parents decided we (i.e. my sister and I) would [...]

You’re Not Crazy, I Am.

If you’ve been reading the blog at all the last few days and it seemed to be freaking out, it was. That’s because I have been FIGHTING with the dumb layout and it has been DRIVING ME CRAZY throughout the process. I think things are finally under control. The only thing I’ve got to say [...]

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