There was also tragedy, in that a friend’s husband died suddenly Thanksgiving morning. She had just posted a photo of their table set for the holiday on Instagram. She and I had our babies the same month. When I visited her and her newborn in the hospital, she was eating a paper cup of ice cream the nurses had just brought, the coveting of which must have shown in my eyes, as the baby’s father ran after the nurse and said, “Can we have another for that pregnant lady?”
That is a stunning sunrise -- we early risers know how good they can be! -- and a powerful essay.
The pies look terrific -- there was a chocolate/pumpkin pie around here which was great.
I am trying to remember how I heard about "Fleishman Is In Trouble" -- I really enjoyed the book, actually remember very few details, so therefore interested and curious about the adaptation. I'm one episode+ in, so far, so good.
Your title -- the keys -- is just right. I've never actually physically carried the keys, but I identify completely. So sorry to hear about your (and your friend's) loss.
"Afraid of the approach" -- yes, "walking a road alone" -- yes. I wish I'd had these phrases and thoughts years ago -- this brings back Thanksgiving 1987 in particular, and other times as well. Thank you.
As usual, your writing brings my busy brain back to the present. I love the silver cord metaphor and am now basking in the feelings of love I have for my 23 year old son who has returned to NY and thinking of his dad who died suddenly almost 5 years ago. I often wonder if we knew he would die how different it would be. But life is good and rich and when all else fails we always have pie ❤️
Jesus that’s a beautiful essay. I’m trying to remember where I have my brothers keys, he’s had more illnesses then my sister and I and doesn’t have a spouse. I’ve had all those sets of keys and more.. garage and door codes too. Some no longer needed, even some phone numbers of those that have moved on from this plane. But they stick in my head. My big sister and her husband, her son, my parents, my best friend. I miss them.
Three Sets of Keys
Wow! Beautiful. So ready to read this, which i didn’t know until i did.
That is a stunning sunrise -- we early risers know how good they can be! -- and a powerful essay.
The pies look terrific -- there was a chocolate/pumpkin pie around here which was great.
I am trying to remember how I heard about "Fleishman Is In Trouble" -- I really enjoyed the book, actually remember very few details, so therefore interested and curious about the adaptation. I'm one episode+ in, so far, so good.
Your title -- the keys -- is just right. I've never actually physically carried the keys, but I identify completely. So sorry to hear about your (and your friend's) loss.
"Afraid of the approach" -- yes, "walking a road alone" -- yes. I wish I'd had these phrases and thoughts years ago -- this brings back Thanksgiving 1987 in particular, and other times as well. Thank you.
Thanks for this beautiful writer
As usual, your writing brings my busy brain back to the present. I love the silver cord metaphor and am now basking in the feelings of love I have for my 23 year old son who has returned to NY and thinking of his dad who died suddenly almost 5 years ago. I often wonder if we knew he would die how different it would be. But life is good and rich and when all else fails we always have pie ❤️
Jesus that’s a beautiful essay. I’m trying to remember where I have my brothers keys, he’s had more illnesses then my sister and I and doesn’t have a spouse. I’ve had all those sets of keys and more.. garage and door codes too. Some no longer needed, even some phone numbers of those that have moved on from this plane. But they stick in my head. My big sister and her husband, her son, my parents, my best friend. I miss them.