Bridges, continued.

I bought a Golden Gate Bridge keychain last night after my flight got seriously delayed and I was stuck at San Francisco airport. I was extremely upset about it at the time, as I had been away for five days and really wanted to get home to my young daughter. What it did give me … Continue reading Bridges, continued.

Wisps of you.

You are missing. You will always be missing. But in some places, there are traces of you. I feel them, and while it would be tempting to go looking for them, I actually don't. They find me: usually through almost inaudible whispers in my ear as I pass by somewhere. One example is that I … Continue reading Wisps of you.