A Life in Boxes

This is the view from where I am sitting: It is strange to see your life in boxes, all tightly packed with everything that you own. Each box is filled memories. There is a box with a few small trinkets... Continue reading →

Stuck

I think about Isabelle a lot. Throughout the day, simple tasks naturally bring her to mind. Lately that has been happening even more than usual. As we approach our moving date, my heart has been much heavier and more unsettled.... Continue reading →