Hi, Uncle. It's been three months since you've been gone. I was reminded of your passing this morning when I noted the date on my watch. I thought of my last moments with you. Only this time, it was a little more difficult for me to piece it all together. The memory is a precious…Read more Uncle Bruce: Three months on…
This summer, for the first time in 9 years as an international teacher, I did not travel. It was a strange feeling to bid farewell to my friends, colleagues and neighbors as they all departed for various destinations, knowing that I would be here in our teacher housing compound all summer. One of the things…Read more A Farewell to Summer
In the wee hours of the morning, almost seven days after your birth, I sit at our dining table watching you sleep in the swing. We had to leave our bedroom so mom could get some much needed rest. Two years ago, I wrote about Dorian's birth. This is your story, Maiko, and how we welcomed…Read more Maiko: Labor of Love
Two years. Two glorious, little sister-free years of soaking up all of mom and dad's attention. Two years of absolute, distraction-free doting. It's too bad you won't remember it, but your dad and I will. We can assure you that it has been amazing. You were our foray into the world of parenting! You were…Read more To Dorian, on his last day as an only child.