Wednesday, June 12, 2013

a quiet haunting

It's been almost a year since I wrote here. Life has been - my sons have done what they do. They have come, and gone, and come again, and gone again. At this point in time they are both away for the summer working out of this dead-for-them town with little to offer young men besides addiction and depression. They will be back. Life keeps going on.

And in some quiet still moments, our shared pasts haunt me. The questions. The blank spaces. The 'neverminds' of The Oldest. The 'don't worry about it' of The Little One.

I was reminded tonight that there is still much to share - much for me to write. And so, I'll get on with that. Not here, most likely. But in some other form. Not just for our own healing, but for those who find their own way forward through our words.


  1. It's nice to hear from you again after such a long absence. I'm glad to know both your sons are working. Your writing is as beautiful as ever...

    1. Thanks, Steph. It was a short reprieve as the young one has come home already, but still forward motion. :)

  2. I have found writing & words quite healing.

    Glad you do, too. Xx