Dear Mom

I keep your card by my bed. Twenty-sixth or twenty-seventh, I can’t remember. Though that isn’t what counts. What counts is the curvature of your penmanship-- the half-cursive swoops of “Love, Mom.” What counts is how I imagine your pen gliding through a happy birthday, and how you probably sang along as you wrote it … Continue reading Dear Mom

Across the Threshold: Matrimonial Musings

The day opened up with what some might describe as a foreboding swirl of greys. The temperature had dropped to the low 60s, and intermittent thunderstorms threatened a wet weekend. By most accounts, the outlook may have been ominous. I, for one, happen to greatly enjoy the melancholy of dark skies and rainy weekends. And … Continue reading Across the Threshold: Matrimonial Musings