Flying Home

My good friend Lynn passed away Thursday morning. I am not her husband or one of her three children. I am not the best friend she had since first grade. I am not her mom or her dad who—on the evening of the day she died—shared stories with me about his precious girl. Their grief…

Shadow Children

Each year at about this time, for the past five years, a little shadow person sweeps through my house. Shadow might be too strong of a word. It’s almost like a shadow of a shadow, a fleeting presence of what could have been. Here, then gone.  Miscarriages may be “common” but that doesn’t make them…

Goodbye Tilly

We had to put our dog to sleep today which, as my son pointed out, is just a nice way of saying she died. She was old and sick and quickly losing control over bodily functions, and it was time. As I write this, Tilly is not sitting at my feet under my desk. Taking…