The Pause Button

Now that Ethan and I have all of one year together before he leaves for college, I'm grief-stricken once again over the brevity of this one-way trip. I'm also angry at myself for the many times my mind took me somewhere else. The times my boy chatted with me and my attention went to an argument his dad and I were in the midst of. Or to an email I owed an editor. Or to the buzz of the dryer where our clothes were beginning to wrinkle in their cramped heap.[Read more...]