I love it when the clouds are painted cotton candy pink . . .
Standing across from you in our college chapel, I feel more than luck. I feel fluttering in my chest — not fear or nerves, rather, an awakening.
The first notable thing about Jay was his hair: shockingly blonde and spiky. The second: He was late to class on day one, strolling in during introductions. The only open seat was next to me, so he took it. His very presence shifted the air from stale to charged.
"I just feel... trapped." I sigh this into my phone for what must be the 200th time in 2020. My therapist’s on the other line, likely sighing alongside me. She asks what’s trapping me. It isn't one thing, rather, it's everything...
“Mommy and Daddy, are you best friends?” Our son issues the question over breakfast. I chew my Kashi cereal and shoot a glance at Jay, who’s busy draining his coffee. He raises his eyebrows over the mug and for a second, I think he’s leaving this response to me alone. Best friends, huh? We certainly … Continue reading The space between us
And you have a person in your life whose hand you like to hold? “Yes, I do.” It must surely, then, be very happy down there in your heart “Yes,” I said. “It is.” —Mary Oliver My husband Jay and I celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary on October 13. If … Continue reading To have and to hold
Once upon a time, a young couple bought their first home. They had a baby on the way, and a little dog too, and after eight years of apartment living, it was time to move. The home they purchased was in an ideal location--close to work, the airport and public transit. It was just their … Continue reading A backyard tale