A few months ago, The Italian and I were having pizza and wine together, and discussing how many years it’s been since we held gators and ate crawfish pasta. It’s been years. Too many. A couple days later I get a message telling me tickets to New York were pretty cheap that day. “Wanna go?”...
I got a little choked up with him last night. I don’t do that as often as I used to. There was a time when just looking at him would bring me to tears. Especially when he was tiny. Especially in Doctor’s offices. Especially when he’s asleep in the back seat and the sun is...
Lessons learned: Go slow and take your time. Try things more than once. Art is really hard to mess up.
