This morning I saw two elderly people chatting inconspicuously in front of a funeral home as if nothing was the matter, and I thought to myself “Geez, isn’t that a little too close for comfort?”

By the end of the walk, my mom’s overly abused shoes fought back: she had a giant blister on the back of her heel. Eventually, she had to take them off and finish the walk barefoot (her preferred shoe anyway).  “Ahhh, much better,” she sighed, looking up into the clear sky and breathing in the fresh morning air. She looked comfortable finally. At...

As mom and I walked up the endless, steep hill the conversation led to hers and my dad’s death. This isn’t something we’ve talked about a lot, and I was surprised about how candid she was about it.  Apparently, they’ve made all kinds of “arrangements” without my sister and I knowing they were thinking about their own demise. For...

The other morning my mom and I went for a walk together to get some exercise. As we got ready to go, I tied up my less-than-one-year-old sneakers that had been fit “just for me” at a running store. Meanwhile my mom pulled out her walking shoes that looked like they were made the year Jesus was born. These presumed “shoes” were so...

On the eve of my 29th birthday, on a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon, I ran into my ex boyfriend, this wife and his baby. Need a minute? Yeah, so did I, but I didn’t get one. What I got instead, was an introduction to my ex boyfriend’s fucking baby. Her name is Lexi and she’s really good at sleeping. I know this because his wife Marissa told me....