3 minutes to midnight

Finn and I can see Downtown Brooklyn and the clocktower at One Hanson Place ticking the end to 2017. We are exactly where we should be, I know I am where I want to be: at home in flannel PJs with a can of sparkly ginger ale and a good book waiting to be read.Continue reading “3 minutes to midnight”

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right here, next to me

There are some days, even now nearly four years since my Dad died when I find myself thinking he is still alive. It is a fleeting moment, lasting thirty seconds or less. It lingers in the air like smoke from a snuffed out candle. Sunday morning, not quite 2 AM, an evening in with theContinue reading “right here, next to me”