Slicing beef for fajitas in our kitchen, I lean against the counter and cry. His face framed in my memory. His laugh forever frozen in time.
Later, we go to his grave. The dirt is still wet and uneven. Too new for a stone. Tim and I stand there, in sunglasses, with questions shaking our hearts.
We see a kid in Army fatigues outside of Ace Hardware. Blonde hair. Young. I stare, then turn to peer out the glass – remembering that same exact uniform.
On most nights, we stay awake too late – whispering, remembering, holding the sheets to our faces.
It happened on Groundhog Day 2012. The groundhog saw his shadow. An extended winter. That’s what it felt like for us too.
In loving memory of Stephen Sheaffer
Throughout history, there have been times to stand up for a good cause. To congregate for the betterment of society. To give voice to the voiceless. To put aside self and make sacrifices in order to protect the current and future generations.
When we first decided to travel the country in an RV, I worried about the amount of time we would need to spend in the car. Our then one-and-a-half-year-old wasn’t a huge fan of her carseat and we hadn’t done many long road trips.
While you wait for me to pass into the Land of the Living (aka the Second Trimester), perhaps you’d enjoy entering the 
I used to host Clothes Swaps at my house once a quarter. It was a fun way for my friends and I to clear clutter from our closets, while also picking up “new” clothes.
It was a huge sigh of relief to enter the west coast.
