A mother bereft
Motherhood – the anticipation, the excitement, the butterflies in the tummy developing into a foot here, an elbow there. From the moment you began to grow and move, my bones and body knew you busy and vibrant, loud and gregarious. Your soul was intertwined with mine restless, demanding, alive. And then the day of arrival. […]
The Orange Sofa
When I first met my late partner/fiancee Sue Ashe on a dating app, she lived in Garner, North Carolina, about 30 miles from my home in Durham. It was just Sue and her ever-loving cat Malcolm in what the residential complex’s property management company called an apartment home. Like Sue herself, her living space was unassuming yet filled with character. It was modest, cozy, and aesthetically pleasing. Lots of her carefully selected art hung up on its walls, everything from a Georgia O’Keeffe print to an Old Crow Medicine Show gig poster to a painting of a smiling devil girl with
Watercolors
Her husband Their father Her brother A life-long dear friend to many Their talented up-and-coming Muni-Bond analyst Our loving son ……each of these people only in part define one person, our son Rick (Richard), who was taken in November 2022 as he and his spouse, Maria, planned an extensive Thanksgiving Day gathering. His 37-year-life was taken in a manner that made little sense to any of us after a short bout with Influenza A which was diagnosed on a Saturday in autumn yet he died of cardiac arrest on the front steps of his home 18 hours later while waiting for
Calling Long Distance
I wake with a start. Something isn’t right. No matter the hour, I need to call. Grabbing the phone, I dial Dad’s area code. I can’t remember his number. I panic. This makes no sense. We talk every Sunday. Tears flood my eyes. Truth pierces. It’s been nearly a year, since he died. Yet, he lives, in my dreams.
