Posted in July 2017 …

Gridiron Golden Hot Air Balloon Dreams

    When Daddy left, he took with him so much more than just his physical self–that steadfast, quirky, impatient, soothing self–as if that wasn’t enough. He took away so much more. He took away my child’s favorite human being on the planet. The damage his leaving did to my own heart is irreparable, but … Continue reading →

There Are No Words, Mr. Faulkner

A really long time ago, I read the book As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner. I haven’t read it since that really long time ago. At the time I read it, though, I remember that I was a bit obsessed with death. And at the time I read it, the profoundness of his empty … Continue reading →

Tunes ‘Til Two

IF I had full faith that people we love who die give us signs from heaven after they are gone, this story would bring me glorious comfort. I would think it was so perfect, so Daddy…so Daddy and me. I would roll around in it, cover myself with it, drape it over my shoulders and … Continue reading →