it was a sweltering summer afternoon on the Terrace and the ocean breezes of the morning had wilted. the humid, high 80 degree temperatures had won the battle this time and my best friend forever and i were drooping into a puddle on the swing set in her overgrown back yard. our only reprieve was...
Category Archives: {katie}
{the.wednesday.whistle}
dear Mikki and Katie…
so much of my life has been defined by a pair of thong flip flops and the mistakes i have made. at 21 years young, i walked into the post office in downtown bangor on a rainy afternoon, in my dark gray american eagle flip flops and too big for my head...
{the.wednesday.whistle}
dear Mikki and Katie…
sunset street was on sunrise terrace. it really was the best place in town to see the sunset too, or the sunrise, and the Maine State Prison. the subdivision had blossomed with young, hardworking married couples in the 1970’s, and soon there were sprouts of little people all around the same...
{the.wednesday.whistle}
dear Mikki and Katie…
i remember the day i brought you home from the hospital, Mikki. we entered our third floor Bangor apartment for the first time as parents, and i sat on the couch while i unbuckled your sleeping body from the safety of your car seat. it had snowed on the ride home in...
{boo.boo}
daily.mantra:
there is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt….{erma.bombeck}
