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It’s 6:33 on a Sunday morning and I’ve been up for a little over an hour, after shaking myself awake from a dream of T.
My memory of the dream starts with T being in our house for a weekend visit. For some reason, “our house” was a mishmash of where we live now, my childhood home and a house for-sale down the street and around the corner. There were toys every where. My Mom and my nieces and nephews were also there – in the house but in other rooms that I couldn’t see and didn’t attempt to enter. Lucas was more baby than boy, but he moved freely about the house. Read the rest of this entry »
One: Holidays Are Not Scary
I dreaded spending the coming holidays at home. I thought being around friends here, in all the familiar places, would too easily remind me that we were one less. I think Juan and I were on the same page, which made it easy to plan our escape. This past Summer was our most traveled probably since we’ve been together.
We hit the road Memorial Day weekend, Read the rest of this entry »