rebuilding

rebuilding

Dear Walt, I had to take your photo off my phone’s home screen. It’s not as if I’ve forgotten what you look like or ever will. Plus, I have dozens of photos—though not enough videos—so if I ever wonder which of your cheeks had the cutest dimple,...
grief

grief

Dear Walt, Grief is weird. At the moment, I can’t really tell how much of what I’m blowing out of my nose is related to my crying and how much to the cold you left me with. I think I got the worst of it. I remember straddling your thigh while you sat at...
nesting

nesting

Dear Walt, I’ve slept alone now for five nights which actually isn’t that unusual. For the past couple of years, it had been my knees making me restless, or your back keeping you from getting comfortable, or my snoring. Yeah. I admit it. Even if you came...