It was 2004 when my husband, Doyle, had a dream he will never forget. In the dream he saw a tiny little girl, about two, with hair the color of a blackbird's wing and eyes the shape of watermelon seeds. She was sitting on the back of a tractor trailer, in a red shirt, waving at him and … [Read more...]
Vivian, Nathan, and Heaven’s Surreal Swamps
I can't stop thinking about Vivian, and I can't stop thinking about Heaven. I can't stop thinking about this girl, her dark poetry, her nuanced eye for composition and photography, and the fact that, as a little girl, she was the most adventurous eater on Planet Earth. I even wrote about her … [Read more...]
For One More Father’s Day: The Gifts We’d Give
Happy Father's Day, Dad! People keep saying you're in a better place, and I believe them. But that still doesn't mean we don't wish things were different. It doesn't mean we don't think it absolutely sucks to lose a dad and an Opa to lung cancer, you who never smoked in your life, except … [Read more...]
The Movie Star, the Medical Student, the Pastor, and My Mum
The loss of Robin Williams has laid me low. I feel like I’m grieving someone I knew, someone who meant something to me, and now he’s gone. It’s so final. There’s no lifting a giant remote and pressing “rewind” to go back in time and save that lovely, lovely man. My husband says that … [Read more...]