Be lit.

5.24.2022 Dear dad, Right now I kind of feel like a candle getting close to being burned up. You know when you light it for the last time hoping you can get at least an hour or maybe just minutes more of the fragrant aroma. I’m there. And I don’t know whether I’ll last for […]

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March of time.

4.22.2020 Dear dad, When I went back to TCU after you died, I was tugged by both relief and dread. Relief pulling me out of the thick misery fogging our home and from under the dark cloud held above my head like an umbrella. Dread pulling me into a fake world, a snow globe where […]

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