A Thousand Small, Glittering Kindnesses Tricia Lott Williford December 23, 2022 No Comments Today, I’ve been thinking about the time when we were on a layover at the airport and a young man… Read more
“Favored.” Tricia Lott Williford December 22, 2021 7 Comments My first husband died eleven years ago, on the morning of December 23, 2010. In the days to follow, I… Read more
I Have This Theory. Tricia Lott Williford September 14, 2019 14 Comments I have this theory. It’s tested but unproven, and I’ll never know if it’s true as long as I’m on… Read more
Two Boys, Two Bikes, Two Dads Tricia Lott Williford June 16, 2019 No Comments Sometimes it’s fitting to revisit the best truths. Today seems like a day for the best and the truths. This… Read more
All There Is: A Word to Broken Hearts on Easter Weekend Tricia Lott Williford April 19, 2019 10 Comments Good Friday. It’s the day of sadness and loss. If your heart is broken, this day may be far more… Read more
So Big, So Small Tricia Lott Williford August 27, 2018 No Comments It was a February day When your dad came by, before going away A U-Haul truck in the driveway The… Read more
The Bread and the Wine… and the Root Beer Float Tricia Lott Williford August 29, 2016 5 Comments Saturday was Robb’s birthday, so we went to Red Robin to celebrate and remember. Because Bottomless Root Beer Floats. “We’re… Read more
Hummingbirds, Pennies, and Verizon Texts Tricia Lott Williford July 12, 2016 4 Comments On the day that Robb died, my mom’s phone became Grief’s Grand Central Station. She spent the whole day on… Read more
Someone Else’s Wife Tricia Lott Williford June 15, 2016 10 Comments Hi, Robb, I’m a wife. Again. I’ve written to you lots over the last five-and-a-half years, over our two thousand… Read more
Thank You, Little Black Dress. Tricia Lott Williford April 8, 2016 12 Comments I am reading The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. It’s a revolutionary approach to decluttering where instead of clearing… Read more
Between Past Pain and Redeemed Love: December 22 Tricia Lott Williford December 22, 2015 4 Comments Words are living things in my imagination. Some of them are bubble cartoon fonts or rigid block letters or splashy… Read more
Earthquakes, Aftershocks, and Falling in Love Tricia Lott Williford December 8, 2015 3 Comments Falling in love is a little bit terrifying. And sometimes a lot bit. Remember that story of the morning when… Read more
“Mom, Will You Still Love My Dad?” Tricia Lott Williford November 24, 2015 8 Comments “Mom, I just have one question.” He was in the backseat of the car, still consistently the safest place for… Read more
There Are Things I Haven’t Told You Tricia Lott Williford November 1, 2015 1 Comment I have a photo of the Last Halloween. The boys are five and three years old, and they are dressed… Read more
There Will Be No New Memories Tricia Lott Williford October 15, 2015 10 Comments I cannot speak for all of us who have lost someone. But I do think I can speak for most… Read more
Remembering the First Ever Mother-Son Flashlight Party Tricia Lott Williford September 23, 2015 No Comments I found this little ditty hiding in the archives. Look at this very sweet story. * * * Robb was… Read more
Laundry, Socks, Sheets, and “Nipples.” Tricia Lott Williford September 15, 2015 2 Comments My mind does funny things when I’m folding laundry. It’s like all these little blends of cotton evoke some kind… Read more
I Will Miss You Always Tricia Lott Williford August 27, 2015 No Comments On a day with so few words, this poem offers the perfect ones. Happy birthday, Robb. Read more
Fifteen Years. Tricia Lott Williford July 22, 2015 8 Comments Fifteen years. That’s a lot of years. This would have been a milestone anniversary for us, I like to think. … Read more
He Threw Down the Gauntlet on the Breckenridge River Tricia Lott Williford July 8, 2015 2 Comments Robb and I were in our twenties, and our children were merely a far-away-maybe-someday hope. It was just the two… Read more
