Story Hunger
Our time together was billed as a, “reset for mid-career professionals, those who who wanted to change careers, and recent retirees.” I really wasn’t any of those. I was trying to figure out who I was outside of working, and this seemed nearest the mark. I
The Drop off
This would be the last night we’d spend, as a family, for several months. And my heart was quietly breaking. Intellectually, I knew I’d see her again during her fall break, but not saying goodnight to her, every night, was almost unfathomable to think about. I’ll go to bed Tuesday night and she won’t be there. I’ll go to the farmer’s market at the weekend and she won’t be with me—we won’t have our weekly dim sum appointment. My Project Runway buddy won’t be around. The family shorthand will be interrupted. The three of us have the best time together, and now 1/3 of the laughter in our home will be gone.
This is a death.