Where the daffodils bloom
Old property maps of our farm reveal boundary lines that no longer exist. The trails we hike or four-wheel used to be main roads, or as…
Love is our essential task
I heard this great quote on a soundcloud episode the other day (and the source of the quote originally appeared this New York Times Modern Love…
Nobody tells you about this part
“How do we define love? Is it fated or created?” –Lisa Tobin I’ve had my life to myself since Friday and it feels devastatingly good. I…
It takes a village
We bought a house. Have I mentioned that? Well, not exactly a house — but a manufactured home. A double-wide. A trailer. I say this shruggingly.…
Reach
“Each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same…
Flight behavior
The other day I was trying to clear some clutter off the counters, but so much of it is Jon’s stuff. We have a small apartment…
Age is a Terror
A few weeks ago, some of Jon’s employees started giving him a hard time about his graying beard. “They make beard dye ‘for the distinguished gentleman,’…
Just this
“Love me,” Jon says sometimes, often. It’s a command, a plea. A question. He says it at the end of bad days and long nights, when…
Mere Mortals
Now that we live together, Jon rarely calls in the middle of the day anymore, and that’s okay. But two days ago, my phone rang and…
Building a Raft
I love that scene at the end of Mad Men’s Season 4, where Betty and Don are in the kitchen, alone. The divorce papers have been…
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