I’m feeling guilty about this, my Levi, and you don’t even know anything about it. I wrote your brother a blog post on his birthday. I meant to do one on yours, and the day got away from me. Then the week turned into one of those weeks, and here I am, a week late.… Continue reading 9 1/52
Month: August 2017
Mourning
I was at two funerals yesterday. It was a long day. The two services were different, and they were the same. Both men will be missed terribly. I think sometimes it can be confusing to be on the periphery of grief. Mostly if you're in the center, you know your role. Your role is to… Continue reading Mourning
First and Third
Here we go! I know lots of moms are sad today, and I support their right to the sadness. But I'm good. Besides getting a nice regular routine back, this will be the first time in quite a while that we aren't paying for regular childcare. I would make the standard jokes about it being… Continue reading First and Third
Seven
Seven years ago, in the evening, I was leaving a board meeting for a chorus I was singing with, and my cell phone rang. It was our caseworker. "Baby was born," she said. She'd called the house a couple of times, finally rousing Paul from sleep for a confused conversation. He'd managed to wake up… Continue reading Seven
Virtual Riders
(Quick links for Paul and Carol, if you're returning and want to access donation sites without reading.) ***** Paul and I have been participating in a ride to raise money for cystic fibrosis research for several years now, and because of the generosity of our friends and family, our team of just two riders has been on… Continue reading Virtual Riders