Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 88. He died on Independence Day a few years back. I don’t know how many years back, exactly, because my dad wasn’t the kind of guy you always wanted to remember. He was often the man I’ve …
Tag: memoir
The Jetties Aren’t Made For Yoga
The jetties are not made for yoga. Gargantuan boulders, some the size of a small car, stacked one on top of the other in impossible configurations. Rocks so large you know the stack won’t tumble, but with every step you still feel like there’s a chance. …
The Day I Forgot I Was Sick
It was the kind of warm evening you look forward to after such a long winter. Days of rain left the air sticky enough to remind you summer was right around the corner, but cool enough to let you know it’s still spring. It felt nice. …
Nice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
There I was, plastic shopping basket resting in the crook of my arm, with nothing on my mind other than which chocolate bar I could purchase and then immediately consume. I was at the end of the aisle directly across from the customer service counter at …
The Fog Of Fear
It was once customary for women to don a mourning veil after the death of a close loved one. The sheer black sheath, a figurative pall, was used to protect a mourner from the leering eyes of those around her while she was most vulnerable. In …
