No, this isn’t her hair cut

When I'm out and about with Pearl I typically have some form of this conversation with a stranger: "How old is your little fellow?" "She's twenty months." "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought..." "Yeah, she doesn't have much hair yet." It really does not matter what she's wearing. Wearing a floral-patterned romper, wearing her pink coat… Continue reading No, this isn’t her hair cut

Monday Thoughts

Grief is a strange, lurking beast. While I'm prepared for it in many ways, it surprises me at so many other moments. Sometimes I can ready myself, steel my thoughts against it. And sometimes it simply appears. Pearl and I went to get our flu shots today and I'd forgotten one of the questions they… Continue reading Monday Thoughts