Tag Archive: Memories

A Painful Journey Back

The pain of grief is like labor pangs. You remember them, but you don’t FEEL their depth, their intensity, until the next contraction hits. Those precious few minutes between contractions give you time… Continue reading

Dad Dad Daddio…

Gold velvetee couch, an orange door, a homemade basketball hoop, a gravel driveway. A yellow banana seat bike, fishing on Salmon Creek. Crying when you beat the poor trout’s head on a rock.… Continue reading