Days Like This

“This is your second, right?” Yes, second. “How old is your little girl?” She would have been one year old this summer. “What do you mean, would have been [one year old]?” Well, our daughter passed away. “What happened?” Remaining...

Packing Boxes

For months, Isabelle’s nursery sat relatively untouched. In the fall, I only entered it a handful of times, typically to add cards or mementos to the growing stack on the floor in front of the crib. The thought of being...

My Umbrella

After school today, I stood outside at the parent pick up line with a huge umbrella.  Two other teachers stood with me, braving the afternoon rainstorm, with smaller umbrellas.  I admit that I was a bit pouty and not particularly thrilled...