So, it's been awhile. I've let my letters subside in lieu of texts and instant messages, the occasional flashback photo, maybe even a Skype if we're lucky. I admit that in the first few days and months, the things I wanted to tell you...
Read moreIt's a tease
It’s a tease, the wanting to leave. I feel like I have to apologize for it, that I can’t miss it, because we wanted to leave. Because we chose it, fought for it, prayed for it, jumped at it. The longing to go doesn’t place a lesser value on what we left, and it’s a tease thinking going will fulfill the longing.
Read moreDear Sister {Christmas can wait till May}
Christmastime has come and nearly gone and this is the first bit of time I've been able to sit down and write a few words for quasi-posterity. It has been a whole year now, since last Christmas Eve, when we said our long goodbye and headed north for Ireland.
Read moreDear Sister {no guilt trips}
Dear Sister,
I hope you're OK. I haven't heard from you in awhile, and we're so far apart now, it's hard to know how things are on your side of the world. It's ok, really it is. You'll receive no guilt trips in the mail. But I miss you, and I wanted you to know.
You should see E right now, "I'm really small because I'm really, really old," she says. She's on her knees, using two toy hammers as crutches, wearing her new school tie.
"I'm an old, old man."
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