Tomorrow is my grandpa’s 93rd birthday. It feels like he’s been on holiday — like our grief is some compounded sadness over an absence of three months, not forever. Three months. A leaf, falling with timid grace from a tree. A baby, giggling as they curl their fingers around your own. Tiny, new fingers —Continue reading “Echo”
Tag Archives: age
Following the Path
I said I want my brother to follow my lead– but what does that mean for me? At thirteen, despise the middle ground bow down to no one but the tooth fairy and leave her dust in your tracks? … His smile opens and my heart sings at the magical essence of aging make-believe, familyContinue reading “Following the Path”
Reaching Joy 