Reflections on Writing, Traveling, and Food
I thought about my mom a lot this Christmas, our second without her. The year after she died was a series of days and events, one leading to the next, a run-on sentence of grief, the sale of my parents’ house, getting Dad moved, and wrapping and packing beloved possessions that once belonged to her.
True confessions—I wrote this piece years ago, and after many attempts to find it a home, albeit not too enthusiastically as I lack the time to persistently send query letters, I just decided to publish here. I had a blast writing it and thought it was clever, but I’m not exactly the best judge of
This post is a departure from my usual style, but the need to air these thoughts comes hard on the heels of a blog post written by a friend as well as tales of some recent dating experiences from women friends of mine. Before anyone gets upset, I know there are just as many “bad/crazy”