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Mom on the 18th green

Is she lying to me or is she slipping? Frankly, I’d rather she be lying. Wrestling with: Anger, pity, resignation, anger, exhaustion, helplessness, anger. It’s been years since I wondered how dad would have managed this. How he managed it with his mom. I know this: Everyone down there says I’m doing my best. Something…

A passing

I learned yesterday that the person whom I hurt perhaps the most in my life passed away two years ago. “Unexpectedly in her home,” which could mean any number of things. But it’s not hard to wonder if or how my hurtful, selfish actions shaped her spirit in the last two-thirds of her life. Or…

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