Tag: Grief
My Awkward Acquaintance
June 1 is crisp. Somehow compact and rigid. It sits right at the promise of summer. It can barely contain its toothy smile in light of all the bounty it will bear. Almost smug. But it can’t help... Read More
The Dating Chronicles #131
He kept itching his nose–under his left nostril–intermittently until he tilted his head back so I could practically see up and into his brain. “Is it bleeding?” he asked. ̶... Read More
Garden Variety Blog Post
I planted my garden last weekend. Really, more potted than planted. Gone are the days of the sprawling garden in the backyard yard of the apartment on Cuyler Avenue, and figuring out what to plant and... Read More
Incredible Feets of Astonishment
A gigantic part of Ken’s identity was his left leg…er…lack of one. After having it amputated below the knee when he was a teen was life-defining–and I’ve written before&... Read More
Lucky Thirteen
It made me more than a little sad yesterday when I looked at the calendar–as I do every day–and realized it was the anniversary of when I met Ken, intertwining our lives. Thirteen years a... Read More
Closing Time…
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end” are lyrics to a song I always found profoundly deep (and from which I took the name of this blog). There was a time when I... Read More
Full Steam Ahead
I’m moving. Aside from the Christmas cheer in the air there is also one of excitement. For change. And an equal measure of dread for the same. The normal dread of change. As well as the other ki... Read More
His Foot Left, But the Show Went On
I was going through a book case earlier this week and ran across this: The very first time I met Ken in January of 2001, one of the random things we shared in common was our improv training–thou... Read More