Wednesday, January 6th, started as an ordinary day. Actually, it started a bit better. I hadn’t slept much, staying up far too late watching the results of the Georgia Senate runoff races. But I was running full steam ahead on adrenaline.Continue reading
My 11-year-old likes to run around in the backyard. Almost every single day, he’ll announce, “I’m going outside!” and grab his coat. Our backyard is oddly shaped and not flat. He’ll run – back and forth, back and forth – between two trees on the uneven terrain. Says he needs to “think and get my energy out.”Continue reading
We have been home for 262 days. Five people, contained within the walls of this house. The days are repetitive and exhausting. I felt like I should capture a single day in this strange world we live in. And yet, at 262 days, we have been living it for so long that it is “normal.”Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I felt like my heart was racing and I could not get calmed down. I know the exact date: February 14th. Valentine’s Day. The day after Iris’s birthday.
Ger and I had spent part of the day in Chicago, having lunch. On the drive back out to the suburbs, I felt it. Like I could not catch my breath. It was odd, since I had no reason to be upset or nervous – in fact, we had just spent a lovely morning together. I brushed it off, wondering if perhaps I was getting sick. Continue reading
Yesterday marked seven years since the school shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School that murdered twenty children and six adults. I remember hearing the news and freezing, horrified. I stepped away from my computer and work for the rest of the day. My older son was three and when I picked him up from day care that day, I hugged him tightly. Continue reading