When the House Goes Quiet

When the House Goes Quiet

I’ve sold everything in my parents’ house. Every table, every chair, every piece they spent a lifetime planning for, saving for, fighting over and finally purchasing with pride. All of it—gone in a weekend. Sold off in bits and pieces, each item now scattered across...
For My Children

For My Children

A Letter of Wisdom-ish Dear Children, In the event I should die, or rather when I die, here are some things I’d like to share with you. Please forgive me if I repeat myself. I know how you detest that. I’ve chalked-up this annoying bit of my personality to my...
Change

Change

The only thing you can count on is change. It is a constant. No one can stop it. Seasons change and time marches on. Children grow and  move out leaving you to fill in the gaps and spaces they leave behind.As I watch my son pack up his life’s...
Eighteen

Eighteen

At eighteen I was three months into my senior year of high school and less than seven months away from my wedding day. I left but a mere ten days of breathing room between graduating and marrying. I was always in a hurry. In a hurry to graduate, marry and establish my...
Months

Months

It’s been nine and a half months since I lost my house—the one I raised my children in for nearly eleven years. The house where Dawson took his first steps, and Caleb first strummed the guitar. Where countless family gatherings took place, endless memories were made,...

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