I haven’t found any logical progression in grief. I don’t know what stage I’m in now. Is there a stage that feels like a normal walk through the living room interrupted by the staggering pain of stepping barefoot on a stray Lego? That’s the one I’m in. Small memories of…
It was a pretty quiet year for me in the tent. With the addition of a little wonder, 2016 already feels like it’s a very different story.…

68° is very unusual for a New England Christmas Eve day.
This blog is so quiet, perhaps a little too quiet…

I’m Alex, the creator and author behind this blog. I’m a wonderer.