Twelve years

Dear Dan, Twelves years you've been gone. Twelves years of all that has happened in my life. Twelves years of all that should have happened in yours. Fuck. I love and miss you more than ever.  

An update

I got a call from the treasury office and they gave me good news and bad news. First, the good news: she kept saying "checks." That means it's not clothes! HALLELUJAH, BABY!!!! No dealing with bodily fluids of a beloved, long-dead brother. The bad news: After almost 11 years, Dan's estate is still technically open! The... Continue Reading →

Ten years

Dear Dan, Sometimes it seems like a minute; sometimes it seems like 100 years. I miss you as much as ever. I look back over the past ten years and wonder: how different would life be if you were still in it? Mom would still have dementia, but probably not quite as far along as... Continue Reading →


Dear Dan, So I got this tattoo last Christmas eve. I know. I know. It's going to be on my arm forever. That's the whole point. I got a semicolon. A semicolon is used when a writer could have ended the sentence, but chose to pause, and continue on. You are the author and the sentence... Continue Reading →

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