The Deep End

There are moments when I wonder what exactly this is doing to me – to my family – this writing, this memoir I’ve been working on for almost two months now.  Memories are being unearthed, emotions felt more concentrated than ever – once a river that flowed freely in and out, is now something more [ Read More ]

I Don’t Know My Son.

I have a secret to share.  I don’t really know Owen.  Not very well, at least. He is my son.  He is mine, and my heart knows him – I could recognize his cry from across a football field full of screaming fans (and tell you if it is his hurt cry, his mad cry, [ Read More ]