Closing the Door

I think I want to try to put myself to bed tonight, she told me on the way to school this morning. What do you mean?  I asked her. Since she was born, we have basically had the same routine each evening at bedtime. Change into pajamas. Tuck into bed. Sing special song. Turn on sound [ Read More ]

When the image I see in the mirror isn’t only my own…

Sometimes, when I look in the mirror I see her.  Her. It’s not just my own reflection staring back at me anymore, but hers as well now.  It turns my otherwise innocuous bathroom mirror into the equivalent of one you would find in a so-called funhouse.  It warps, it bends, it is anything but “fun”. I hear [ Read More ]