Category Archives: we are supposed to remember

a day at the beach

Again, I didn’t belong there. I can’t remember getting on the boat; the first thing I remember is watching two visibly older parents (made older by the events of the past month) watching a boat full of family take what … Continue reading

Posted in beach love, being an adult is really not that great, being free, i can't handle death, life changes, missing a you and a me, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, stuff that means stuff, things we don't talk about, we are supposed to remember | 14 Comments

She

She has been gone now for nine and a half years.  I remember the day she died. Really she–the strong woman I knew–was gone years before that.  It started as forgetting to turn the oven on to make Sunday dinner.  … Continue reading

Posted in memories from being a kid, missing a you and a me, moms don't die, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, together, we are supposed to remember | 24 Comments

I am from…

I am from cornfields, from the smell of manure and the buzz of deer flies. I am from the corn in the woods for the bucks and the doe. (Yellow, tempting it attracts our forest neighbors.) I am from gravel … Continue reading

Posted in me, memories from being a kid, my attempt at poetry, out of my control, things we don't talk about, we are supposed to remember, why i am here | 4 Comments

The Day That Exploded

This week everyone is remembering.  Because we are not supposed to forget. So I will remember…. I was teaching middle school Spanish. The assistant principal came to the door to say a plane had crashed in the World Trade Center … Continue reading

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