Month: December 2009

The time has come. I need to put these words down. I need to write about you because if I don’t, I will continue to tell your story, our story, over and over and not be done with it. Not that I need to be done, but you know, I need to say goodbye because…

My mom used to call me a steamroller when I was little. I used to crawl to her bedroom, climb in bed with her and then roll over her. Like a steamroller. Somehow, this physical quality has transmuted into an uncanny ability to stick my foot in my mouth. I’m now known as someone who…