counting downSpringMarch 20th, 2016Spring has sprung!
and memories make you smile more than cry, healing has finally begun. It’s been 16 years since my Poppa died. For a long time, I couldn’t look at an M&M, couldn’t hear certain songs, couldn’t watch a Mets game. … Continue reading
I glanced down at my hands tonight, while I was typing some notes for my class. I stopped typing. I took a breath. I had seen my hands grow old, seen the wrinkles and creases that weren’t … Continue reading
Max and I went to the nursing home today. It’s the first time we’ve been in several weeks, but I kind of ran out of excuses for not going, and I thought it would be good practice for him with … Continue reading