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her voice

her voice

{image is a photo of Brooke and Rhema, hugging} Saturday … We’re late to the Russell’s, as usual. Brooke’s blood sugar had taken a nose dive and we had to make an emergency detour to find her food on the way. When we finally arrive, there’s a flurry of activity. “I missed you”s and hugs and “Gosh, … Continue reading

because i need him here

because i need him here

{image is a photo of a rowboat in the water} I know I’ve been talking a lot about my dad lately. I’d say there’s an end in sight, but I’d be lying. You see, grief is hard. And watching someone you love walk through the hell of losing their beloved life partner, well, it does something … Continue reading

playing the role of oomah

playing the role of oomah

In the chaos of the last couple of days, two moments. Brooke often uses her favorite shows as a way to process and understand the world. It’s a brilliant strategy, really, reformatting that which is otherwise frustratingly shapeless, conceptual, intangible into the well-defined and relatable structure of a television show or movie. As such, this … Continue reading

but i will miss her terribly

but i will miss her terribly

Ed note: My dad asked me to write something to read after my grandmother’s funeral today, when we will gather with family and friends and those who she held dear. Nothing I could write could possibly be enough. There are far too many stories, too many memories, too much love to wrangle into words written … Continue reading

all of me

all of me

‘Ah, music, he said, wiping his eyes. A magic beyond all we do here!’ – JK Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – Last night … We had been in space. The rocket bed was headed to Mars. The stuffed animal astronauts were all in their pajama space suits. The room was completely dark, except for the Dora flashlight … Continue reading

we leave as family

we leave as family

Note: Image descriptions are at the bottom of the post. Dear Team Brooke,   Six years ago, Luau and I were terrified. We were clinging to the door of the preschool for dear life, unable to imagine that our beautiful, brilliant, complex girl would be able to survive elementary school.    Today she will walk across … Continue reading

all of you

{image is a photo of Brooke that I took last summer on the way home from the beach. The photo is actually of my (passenger side) side-view mirror, in which Brooke can be seen with her head out the back window, her face in the wind. She is smiling. Luau is driving.} – Tuesday night … Continue reading

reunion

reunion

{image is a photo of Dorothy’s ruby slippers} I left for New York on Thursday morning while the girls were still asleep and came home long after they’d once again gone to bed. On Friday, as soon as Brooke woke up, she came into my room to find me. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she … Continue reading

waiting out the demons

waiting out the demons

 Photo from Dump a day “Slowly now,” I say. “Slowly, baby. Let’s slow it down.” My mantra. “We can get through this, kiddo. We can. We will.” “Mama’s here.” I curl my body around yours, still small enough to fit – one cup perfectly designed to nest inside another, then, someday another still, and another still. … Continue reading