Driving past beautiful homes, houses, and highrises. There’s tents lining the sidewalks and streets. Trash, clothes, tires, and cans. There’s a lot of nothing . Like to hurry up and wait. It doesn’t make sense. So many people with so little. Next to so few with so much. A picture perfect moment. A picture perfect… Continue reading This Caption. Contrast
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The Pink Sweatshirt
In the park by the River On a Saturday evening The one with the blossoms in spring There’s a girl in a pink sweatshirt. The zip up hoodie kind. Walking her dog. There’s a man in a vest. He asks about her dog. Then he hoots, hollers, whistles, and yells. She’s beautiful. He’s right. She’s… Continue reading The Pink Sweatshirt
Grief Driving
Grief Driving ( written August 2020) Dad, Do you remember the summer mornings when you’d drive us to Munising for our days with Mom? Or when we’d leave the house early to go fishing? The hot afternoons, coming home from one of the little league baseball games or fishing trips? Windows down, music up, and… Continue reading Grief Driving
An Open Letter to: The Asshole in My Life, I Just Can’t Help But Love
Hey, I wanted to check in and say... I love you. And... You’re an asshole. Unfortunately, it’s still true. I know you’ve probably heard it before. And I know it’s probably hard for you to believe. That’s because your ego is even bigger than your glaring personality issues. Lack of empathy, manipulative and violent tendencies,… Continue reading An Open Letter to: The Asshole in My Life, I Just Can’t Help But Love
Smells, Sights, and Sounds – My Grief
From the smell of his old hat wafting around me when the air stirs just right to the beep beep beep of my new alarm clock that sounds strangely like his. From the cold air on my face, tilted up to the sky, like nights out snowshoeing under a blanket of stars. To the squish… Continue reading Smells, Sights, and Sounds – My Grief
Here She Comes
Fall. She's right around the corner. I woke up last Monday to a chill I almost didn't know. It's been too long. A crisp feeling. That day the wind blew steady and strong. I stayed outside. I wore long sleeves to bed. Tuesday my favorite fall beverage returned. I know she'll take her time. She… Continue reading Here She Comes
Coffee & Conundrums 