One balmy Sunday morning sometime in September, I opened my eyes to him. It was then I came to understand the wordless conversation. We talked so many, many times before-but none of that seemed to compute anymore-it was just filler anyway. Our conversations really live in the soft rustle of the sheets while our limbsContinue reading “When You Let Your Bodies Talk”
Monthly Archives: January 2016
87/22
Her real name is Anastasia. She goes by Susie. I call her grandma. She is 87 years old and currently kicking my ass at the game of life. I thought I was a vivacious 22 year old woman, but now, after a phone call with Susie this morning, I realize I’ve got a lot ofContinue reading “87/22”
Lemons and Milk
One Sunday morning, dressed in the clothes my mother picked out for me, I squirmed my way into a booth at Friendly’s for family breakfast. The waiter asked what we would like to drink and my parents responded in unison, “coffee.” Now, I knew I couldn’t order coffee, but I could order something similar-something like coffee.Continue reading “Lemons and Milk”
A Word I Haven't Found Yet 