I sat on the dusty wide-planked floor of my attic and sorted through stored memories. I struggled with the final decisions of how much attraction, or need, that I truly held for each item. Dozens, sometimes hundreds, of decisions waited … Continue reading
The anniversary of our anniversary is the hardest of all. We would be married 29 years by now. I think we would have made it through all that life still had to throw at us. But life had other plans. … Continue reading
Today, I took a short cut through a long memory. At the last minute I turned left at the light, thinking I would avoid the heavy afternoon traffic and face a piece of my past. I drove down the hill, … Continue reading