the magic of J

Words written for J upon his death, September 2008 The first thing J's surfing coach ever told him was "learn to love your wipeouts".  How appropriate!  Because that is the way J always lived his life.  He IS a survivor in the truest of ways.  When we first found out that he had cancer, we... Continue Reading →

when you know she’s the one

It is strange to me when Marco asks if Daddy ever lived with us. And I have to remind myself that Daddy moved out when Marco was 1. Granted, he was just a few months away from his second birthday, but he was, in fact, only 1. And he is amazed to think that I... Continue Reading →

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