Our last conversation was about trivial stuff -- his farm, my kids, me teasing him about needing a girl for the back of his bike. Our conversation left unfinished, hanging, waiting for him to get back from his trip and fill me in on the details.
Read MoreLast July, my brother died. I still can't write about him. I'm not ready. Someday I will be ready, but that day is not today. That day won't be tomorrow. I need more time to process the finality, the "goneness", of his death and the impact it has on me.
What I can do, though, is tell you a little story about some glasses. These glasses...
Read MoreAs the weeks remaining in this pregnancy diminish, so to shrinks my to-do list. There are still a lot of things left on it but they seem a little less insurmountable, a fraction less overwhelming. As I work through it on automatic pilot, my thoughts wander.
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