One Super Girl at a Time

The other day a friend stopped by with her two daughters in tow, all bright smiles and freckle-faced freshness. Her older girl, bordering on middle school, smiled and gave me a sticker which, I was told, she’d been keeping for me because she thought I’d like it. Sweet, right? Look, I scream and use a…

An Otherwise Ordinary Day

My father died in the early hours of an otherwise ordinary, August day. As his body lay still, no longer hostage to late summer stickiness or mosquito whine, I was three states and a thousand thoughts and moments away. As the last thread binding him to me, to us, to this place and time finally…

Fathers and Daughters

Today would have been my father’s 68 birthday. Instead, it’s another day on the calendar.  There are no cards to send, no phone calls to make, no need to juggle the time difference to make sure no one is too sleepy or having dinner or rushing to the phone in the middle of the night….