I’m Going to Malaysia Tonight

I can’t even begin to explain the joy I feel in knowing that tomorrow I will be back in Asia. My long lost friend. The pungent smells, the spicy food,…

It was All the Bourbon’s Fault

“Craig, can you come downstairs and open the door,” I co-conspiratorially whispered into the phone. Except, I don’t remember doing this, he told me about our conversation the next day. I was whispering,…

It’s all My Fault

They are the only words I hear as the non-mother-guilt rational side of me tries to battle back. “You were just doing the best you could.” “Yeah, but…” Back and…