June 1 used to feel like a prison of the worst kind. The kind I was forced to visit annually. And be held there for 24 hours, reliving the events of 2011 when Ken died. Dread for the following year be...Read More
Being a writer is foundational to who I am. It’s integral. And it’s given me gifts over the years, and certainly played a key part in helping me to work through my grief when Ken died in 2011....Read More
My family has celebrated Thanksgiving early for so long, I don’t think we remember when we didn’t. It stemmed out of a long-standing tradition my parents started by taking a month before C...Read More
Tears caught me off guard as I drove home from a weekend visit with my mom. I was passing Carmax where I’d met her a few days before. We’d agreed to meet there so she could drive Dad‘...Read More
I loved Ken, as did so many. He made me laugh, made feel special, never made me feel awkward in my awkwardness. I received a letter in the mail from a name I didn’t immediately recognize. Upon r...Read More
In so many ways, my dad was larger than life. A living legend, of sorts. The undisputed patriarch of a family who adorned and respected him. Stories about him have been legend for as long as I can rem...Read More
When my phone rang early Wednesday morning, I saw it was my sister Shelli. “Sweet,” I thought. “She scored the weed we wanted for Dad to see if it would give him an appetite!” ...Read More
I have so much to say about my experience in Costa Rica (and I will), but for now I wanted to share images and info from the trip. Feel free to skip the text and just look at pix. The main export of C...Read More
I wrote this letter to myself on March 24, 2011 in my diary. It was the week Ken was in the hospital before being released to come home for hospice care where he died on June 1. It was one day after o...Read More