Where I’m Planted

Where I’m Planted

Last night, I dreamed about my son, Phillip. If you’re new to my blog, I should tell you that my son passed away on May 4. In the past, I’d often dreamed about him as a young boy. I am a vivid dreamer. My dreams, always in color, tend to be wild and crazy....
Have I Mentioned…

Have I Mentioned…

Back in the US for precisely two weeks now, the one question everyone asks me is “How long are you here for?” Some people seem to expect a concrete answer to that question, but they don’t know me very well. What I’d originally planned as a...
Even Longer

Even Longer

When I was a little girl, I used to visit my grandma. We had a special relationship and I wanted to stay there with her forever and ever, where I felt comfortable, safe, and loved up. After a visit, when my parents came to pick me up, she would stand on her front...
To Phillip

To Phillip

He called himself “Sid,” the kid I’d named Phillip thirty-four years ago. He crawled at six months. He walked at nine. He made his first whole sentence at 18 months. In a restaurant in Fredericksburg, Texas, where trophy animal heads hung on the walls. “Me see moose.”...

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