March 5, 2015
March 2, 2015
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."
February 16, 2015
He points up to his brother's portrait and looks to me.
God so much of Liam's face is still in his. Both of them so like their father.
I wonder what Liam would have looked like now.
I watch Leif grow up and I wonder about everything his brother would have been.
"Yes, love. Baby. Liam."
"Mommy, baby dodo?"
"Yes, my darling. Baby dodo."