


Time Marches On
When I started this blog two years ago, my first entry was about pumpkins. You see, our family had a tradition, started when Dragon was just days old, of taking photos with pumpkins. I was more consistent about our pumpkin photos than even our Christmas cards. I...
Walking with Rocks
Someone once told me, or maybe I read it somewhere, that living with grief is like walking with rocks. Pockets full of impossibly heavy rocks. Little boulders. I pictured myself in cargo pants, lots of pockets, lots of rocks. I have to walk up the mountain with those...
Farmers Market
Saturday, Hannah and I joined my parent’s at the Farmer’s Market. It was a crisp, Fall morning in Southern California. We followed my mom as she expertly made her way through the crowd, making a beeline for the two stalls for which she was looking. ...
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