It was chilly enough in Dunedin, FL to have a fire in our outdoor fireplace. My roommate had never even HEARD of Jiffy Pop so we ignored the “do not pop over an open fire” warning and put on an oven mitt and enjoyed the show and the finished product. We often sit in silence,Continue reading “Balderdash.”

Fire Marshal Assistant.

My roommate got me this adorable leather purse backpack and it fits everything I need and a few things I might never need. The backpack straps sometimes fall through the loop and I’ve started tying one of Pal’s old bandanas to it to stop this from happening and to make me smile or cry dependingContinue reading “Fire Marshal Assistant.”

One purple bandana.

I remember losing it in the grocery store, salty tears in the bacon aisle. It was months after we lost Grandma. The grief hit me like it had just happened. Pal passed away six weeks ago, on the same day Grandma passed three years ago. This didn’t feel like a coincidence, not that I knowContinue reading “One purple bandana.”

norah jones.

Facebook memories can really knock you off kilter sometimes, you know what I mean? One minute you’re scrolling through and seeing your friend’s plate full of blueberry pancakes and then you get the memory notification and you are knocked in the face with the past. The day Ryan Cauble passed away. The Idaho aspens thatContinue reading “norah jones.”