I’ve had a box of Ken’s personal papers under my desk for months–since moving them there over the summer to remind myself to deal with them. Nothing drastic. But to go through it to ...Read More
I was lying in bed the other night writing, Kallie stretched out beside me, her raspy, rhythmic snore keeping time with her belly as it raised and lowered. I stopped what I was doing and looked at ove...Read More
It’s difficult to believe it’s been three years since I’ve been to Southern California–specifically for Christmas. Even more difficult to believe: that it was a trip made without K...Read More
I went to bed pretty early last night. As a result my eyes opened at 4:30 a.m. this morning. It was fortuitous because I could hear Kallie, who was lying on the bedroom floor, whining a little–w...Read More
Two years ago today in the wake of my first (and so for only) NaNoWriMo I sat down at my beloved Mac and began blogging–hoping to share stories and observations–anything other than what K...Read More
Mentioning Uptown in my previous post made me think of this. Since getting Kallie in a new day care situation closer to home I’ve been able to return to my normal route of taking Lake Shore Driv...Read More
I saw eggnog at the grocery store the other day. It made me think fondly (as always) of Ken. He was the first person I ever knew who actually bought it and drank it every year. He mostly used it to sw...Read More
Fact: It’s impossible to be in a bad mood while decorating a sparkly, pink Christmas tree. [There is a magical quality about this tree that attracts Chow Chows beneath its shimmering boughs. Qua...Read More
[Her majesty is in the hizzy!] When I took Kallie for a walk last evening, the streets of the neighborhood seemed electrified–abuzz with pre-Thanksgiving activity before the city lies down to be...Read More
Working on one’s will is a kind of drudgery that I know is important, but nonetheless depressing. I’ve been putting it off for a while–since Ken died when everything changed, literal...Read More