My BFF Won’t BRB

My daughter hops into the car after school bubbling over with the day’s news. In our short drive home, she gives me the social update for her classroom. Graham pushed Billy on the playground. Sam passed Katie a note during math. Sarah and Emma aren’t speaking to each other because Emma said Lucy is herContinue reading “My BFF Won’t BRB”

The Soap He Left Behind

When our family road tripped, we traveled light. It was a spiritual exercise each summer to rediscover our values by paring down our life to the essentials. Every year, I packed the camper with the bare minimum. A small duffle bag of clothes for each person. A single pot, a single skillet for the kitchen.Continue reading “The Soap He Left Behind”

Love’s Last Words

When I was young, a woman I knew died unexpectedly in her sleep. She went to bed seemingly healthy and never woke up in the morning. For all of the years after, her death haunted me with its terrifying possibility. It was entirely plausible that I too could die without warning, that I could snuggleContinue reading “Love’s Last Words”

The Man, The Myth, The Not-So-Legendary

Not so long ago, my son was invited to a roller skating party. He’s skilled at many sports, but roller skating has not really clicked yet, despite numerous attempts at homeschool get-togethers and birthday parties. In a world that preaches, “Dream it. Do it,” I’m a real countercultural voice when I remind him he won’tContinue reading “The Man, The Myth, The Not-So-Legendary”

The Day After Valentine’s

Valentine’s Day was never a special holiday in our marriage. Instead, it was the day after that held all the magic. The day the Whitman’s Sampler dropped to 50% off at the Walgreens down the street. That day, Rob ran out and grabbed me the biggest box of chocolates he could get under our self-imposedContinue reading “The Day After Valentine’s”

Adventures in Cooking

We’d recently returned from our honeymoon when Rob invited friends over for dinner. We lived in a little garage apartment in rural Ohio, and I was excited to break out our wedding gifts and use our new kitchen. Through graduate school, I’d eaten like a pauper, subsisting mostly on white rice with a melted slabContinue reading “Adventures in Cooking”

All Eyes on Me

Not long after Rob died, I ventured out to a social gathering, my first foray into the world post-loss, beyond the comfortably anonymous grocery store and post office. After a brief pep talk in the car, I smoothed my sweater, smiled in the rear view mirror and climbed out of the car. “Straighten your shoulders,Continue reading “All Eyes on Me”

Remembering Rob

My husband, Rob Moll, laughed with hearty vigor, loved the outdoors, and always had a book close at hand. He was warm, funny and sincere — an Enneagram nine, peaceful, steady and faithful. We enjoyed 17 years of happy marriage together, and he was the love of my life. Rob was a devoted husband andContinue reading “Remembering Rob”