I’m not sure which fuse blew to leave you hanging there like that but dollars to donuts you’d still be disappointed with us. We keep escalating. This morning I cried when the dental hygienist asked if I’d ever played disc golf. I kept thinking of all those slobbering cows atop the Blood of Christ in […]

You came home three pounds of white ash in a black box. It reminded me of the baggie of beach sand we kept from our trip to Florida when you were four. We buried each other beside the faltering castle, digging holes and romping in the cold surf. The white sand filled our pockets, settled […]