Do you regret that decision you made? I hope you do. I have to believe you do. Because there is no way my mind can conceive that if you had thought, really thought, for just a split second that leaving equalled you missing today–today and all of the other todays–that you wouldn’t have made a … Continue reading
You made a bad call. Every ref in every sport everywhere in the world should be throwing a flag. The air should be full of nothing but whistles. Roughing the passer—barely a shove. Facemask—child’s play. Late hit—just a tap. Your call was the crappiest call of all crappy calls. And you should know. You could … Continue reading
I have never hated an inanimate object before. But I hate one now. I hate a door. It is a door to my courtroom. There are 4 of them, but I only hate one. One entrance to the court is a set of 2 doors in the front of my courtroom through which the general … Continue reading
Before you go any further, if you haven’t, please go back and read the “Why It Is Uglyreal…” on the home page. Then decide if you want to continue, because this post is as uglyreal as it gets. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ When Anna was born, you said to me: “You’ll always be my little girl.” Liar. … Continue reading
Are you ok? People ask me this all the time. To answer, sort of, I usually make some kind of noise and shrug my shoulders. It feels so rude. I hate feeling like I’m being rude, because I don’t think it is “ok” to be rude to people–especially to extremely kind, well-intentioned, loving people. Being … Continue reading
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
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
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