Dear Mom,

Tomorrow I will be 49. I sit here, getting ready to head out on an adventure, and I realized it, I haven’t thought about you in weeks. I haven’t greeted you when I woke up, and I haven’t said “I love you Mom.”

When you died July 4th, 2004, the world ended. Everything I knew crashed down. You and Dad had been divorced since I was 4 years old, and another woman raised me from the age of 5 onwards.

It wasn’t your fault. It never was. It wasn’t Dad’s fault either, it just happened that way. Tonight, I miss you more than ever. It’s the last night you carried me inside of you. It’s the last night I heard your heartbeat as my only world. It’s the last night we were truly alone without anyone else.

49 years ago, I started a new adventure as of tomorrow. I wonder what your thoughts were on the day you held me in your arms for the first time. I wonder what you thought, and what you felt.

I miss you so much, and I love you just as much today as I did the first day of my life. Thank You Mom. -L


Tag, You’re It!

Morning all, been settled in at the desk for a bit. I’ve got a cigar lit, and am comfortable.

Earlier this week, I spent the afternoon playing Tag with my sister. When we were much younger, we never played. I’m 12 years younger than she is, and it just never came up. She would read books to me, we would watch tv. Or I would color and she would do school work.

However, a few years have gone by since the 1970’s, and in 2021, we play tag all of the time. We live about 70 miles away from each other. A few times a month we will call back and forth, and since we are both very silly busy people, we have to just catch the other one.

On Friday, we plan to meet up and be brats together. There will be a campfire involved, and chairs. We will sit under the stars and give each other crap. We are still planning the festivities. So, I called, no answer. Then I called the next person on my list, and she called back. I was busy. So, I called her back. No answer.

Finally, I tagged her in a facebook post saying, “Sister, Call me.” Chuckle.

So, I challenge you, call someone you care about this weekend. Get in touch and bug the sheet out of them. Hugs, -L