About depression and a pet cricket named Elvis When I was a kid, I had a pet cricket named Elvis. Mama said you can’t really have a cricket for a pet. The truth is, I never saw him once, but Elvis sang to me every night, so I reckon he decided to keep me instead…
Tag: sorrow
The Train Is Coming
Today I was reminded that I am not the only one who grieves. I read a social media post today, written by someone I’ve known a very long time. Like me, he has buried three sons, two as infants, one at 12 years old. The older child got killed in a tragic train accident. There…
Pink Hair and Pajama Bottoms 