There’s an anger, a restlessness about you. You’re carrying scars from your childhood, perhaps. I see you in pigtails laying flowers on your mother’s grave on a winter morning. You’re wondering to yourself why Dad is crying and where Mom went. Or did your dad leave you when you were a child? Mom cried every time you asked her when dad would be back and you didn’t know why.
September 23rd was the official start date of fall. Oh Summer, I’m going to miss you. But looking back, I feel happy we had so much fun soaking up all… Read more »
I told S “If we have to go see the Golden Gate Bridge one more time, I’m going to go crazy!” Every time we have guests over, that’s where we… Read more »