The woman everyone loves, but so few see
It is hard to look back without the weight of history and knowledge altering the memories of how we met and who she was. Back then, she seemed like a sprite, a beautiful light that moved through the world touching those around her with magic. She was loved by so many. It is easy to…
A jar of wishes, the sparkle of beauty—the woman who carried love in a tiny jar.
She was born the same month and the same year as me. My sister from another mister if I were to be silly, and oh she brings out the silly in me. She brings out the joy, and the laughter, the challenge to be smarter, to be a better human. She made me a better…
A Bag of Oranges and a Family of Four
For almost four years we have lived up in the giant cabin. After living cheek and jowl down in the suburbs the space between us and the neighbors was welcome. There is a buffer of fence and shrubbery between our neighbors now. Just enough to give the sense of space and privacy. Our neighbors? How…
The Wielder of Words Carries the Gentlest of Hearts.
To share one’s life with the world, to open up about the hardships, the losses, the failures, the hopes, the dreams, and the loves of one’s life is to be vulnerable. I met her at the University of Washington, Bothell campus–I was a staffer thinking of working in the writing center on the side, and…
Broken bones heal stronger
The list of folks that I want to write about is pages long. The list of people I don’t want to think or write about is short, but every time I open a blank page and start typing, those people pop up. I try to not have regrets, or to harbor anger. I don’t think…
The House as a Character
Can a house be a them? For me it can. I should write about the house I live in now, or perhaps the one from my childhood, but lately my old house in Seattle keeps coming to mind. I think that it is the sheltering in place. I spent so much time alone in that…
The Man with the Duran Duran hair
We met in Virginia during my first year of college. Like many of the men that I have dated, I asked him out. I had some liquid courage, that came in the form of an entire bottle of Southern Comfort. The night ended up at Waffle House. Every college town should have a Waffle House.…
The Inamorata with the Best Laugh in the World.
1988 Berlin, I don’t even remember when or how we met, but one day she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into life. Those years in Berlin, those high school years were a whirl of friendships, boys, alcohol, clothes, the fall of the wall, breakups, new loves, and high school dramas. If my…
Dreams of Days Past
When you reconnect with someone that you have not seen in years, the image that you have held in your mind of them is from when you last saw them. All these years they are still 16, 18, or 20. Not 38, not 46, not whatever age they are, or you are. All of a…
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