Author: Ed

I’m certain it was the mother. There’s no way to know this, of course. But it was the way sheContinue Reading

I find myself waking up a lot with a single question on my mind, “Where are you?” It’s allegorical. I’mContinue Reading

Though I’ve probably never said it out loud, I feel guilty for moving. Guilty for moving away 20 years ago,Continue Reading

Stress, pressure – these are silent destroyers. In the midst of it, you’re not always aware of its presence. InContinue Reading

She’s wearing a fedora, black velvet boots and sauntering (prancing, maybe?) out of the local movie theater. She turns andContinue Reading

It’s surprisingly quiet in our house for 8 a.m. Beckett is at a sleepover at grandma’s, Heidi is sleeping, BrodyContinue Reading

A good sign that you’re not off to a good day: before breakfast is even over you’ve whacked your headContinue Reading

I’d like to start off by saying: “I don’t care what you think.” Not what you think of the thingsContinue Reading

Sand is an appropriate allegory, because I can’t stop the slipping. Little grains in the hourglass. There he is, oneContinue Reading

It’s hard to believe it’s been two years, as of today, that Beckett turned the corner. It’s a date I’llContinue Reading