We were in the car, on the way to Marco’s weekly golf lesson, and Marco was telling me about an incident that had happened at school. It seems he and another boy had a dispute with two girls during recess. The other boy and one of the girls got angry enough that the dispute got … Continue reading There is no forgiveness, only acceptance.
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 the magic of J
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 when you know she’s the one