March 22, 2007
10:30 a.m.
Denver International Airport
I could get used to traveling first-class. Hanging out at the Admiral’s Club. Reading the Wall Street Journal.
Our flight to Chicago is already delayed, but thankfully we had a three-hour layover, so hopefully we’ll be fine. Missing the flight to London would royally suck (get it, London, royally. You [...]
Nobody here knows about March 5. Nobody knows that’s the day that changed my life forever. The day that I lost the man who raised me as his own daughter. The day a part of me died.
I keep thinking that it will get easier. And perhaps it has. The pain is less sharp. The grief [...]
I’ve always grown up taking communion once a quarter. Four times a year we would pass the silver plates through the pews, four times a year I would chew on a dry square of bread, four times a year my hands would shake as I pulled a plastic cup filled with juice from its slot–not [...]