My son Jack woke me at 3 am whispering to me about his nightmare. “There was an elevator … lots of dead people…” I walked him back to his room – my childhood room, and crawled into the empty twin bed next to his. I kissed the top of his sandy, sweaty head and […]

  Oliver is moving and I am sad. Not a wistful, sentimental, sweet kind of sad. This is a flattened, weepy, unable to go food shopping, exhausted, grief ridden, my- husband’s-getting-uncomfortable-with-it kind of sad. Oliver, our nine-year-old neighbor, hasn’t (God forbid) died. He hasn’t even moved back to Wisconsin. He’s moving ten miles away and […]