“Hey, can I tell you something?”

At first, I learned to prepare for it. Later, I sometimes even looked forward to it. And now I’m going to miss it. “Hi, Miss Kristine!” The tiny girl voice wafts through the backyard before I even have both feet on my deck. “Hey, can I tell you something?” This is how the ritual has…

Tabula rasa

“Dad, you’re taking too much.” So said my eight-year-old as he watched my ex and his friends move furniture out of what used to be our house. Now, it’s my house—many dollars and sleepless nights later. My ex did not respond. I reassured my son that our new furniture was on order—it would just be…

The changing of the guard

My thoughts are swirling after spending a day in my childhood home, which is now about to become someone else’s childhood home. My sisters and I spent a day going through the last bits of the life my parents had made. Not technically “the” life, of course. That life died with my parents. But, the…