A year or more ago my dad died. I have been known to describe him as a cross between Clint Eastwood and the character Don Draper from Mad Men. As his youngest and only daughter, that is who he was to me. Equal parts badass, control freak, brilliant in his work and emotionally unavailable. I…
Category: prose
When the whole family leaves and I am alone.
Up until the night they leave, the thought of them leaving is delicious. I imagine all the things I will do. I will shampoo the carpets! I will redo a bedroom! I will throw pots until my fingers are useless! I will finish that mural! And then they leave and it’s different. A vacuum void…
An open letter to my neighbor who won’t let their kids play with my 11-year old daughter since I put a tiny pride flag in my yard
Dear Brittany and Brad; Since you moved in and in catching up with you while you walked Winston, I have enjoyed getting to know you. I have enjoyed petting Winston and just lingering in conversation unhurriedly. Pulling weeds and talking to neighbors ranks highly for me. I remember my first conversation with Brittany when you…
Night
I love the morning. When I see her, I love her. But…
