I know Houston. Like know it know it. It’s a familiarity that can only come from a lifetime of shopping and eating and sneaking around and getting lost in a place. I’ll never know San Antonio in that way, but since moving here a little over three months ago, I’ve made it my part time job […]

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I know Houston. Like know it know it. It’s a familiarity that can only come from a lifetime of shopping and eating and sneaking around and getting lost in a place. I’ll never know San Antonio in that way, but since moving here a little over three months ago, I’ve made it my part time job […]

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For my 16th birthday, my mother bought me a blazer and matching skirt from the Gap. I guess you’d call that a suit. It was a navy blue suit, beautifully tailored, and I hated its guts. The suit accompanied tickets to Houston Ballet’s production of The Nutcracker which was a super thoughtful surprise as I’d […]

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Grief didn’t play by the rules. He lied silently in waiting minutes after the words met my ears. He tucked himself underneath the table where I sat as my kids came running in with their laughs and requests and general weekendy behavior. When I flew home the following morning to be with my family, he […]

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  • What a perfect description of grief. I’m so sorry for your loss. I could feel the love you had for him in how you shared your thoughts.ReplyCancel