Hands Tricia Lott Williford August 3, 2013 8 Comments “Dude! What happened to your fingers? They’re all, like, puffy and stuff.” I watch Tuck look at his fingers, quickly… Read more
The Very Happiest Thing Tricia Lott Williford July 29, 2013 9 Comments The worst part of the big dates on the calendar – anniversaries, birthdays, days we shared, days everyone still shares… Read more
Closing a Gap isn’t Healing a Wound Tricia Lott Williford July 20, 2013 9 Comments I cannot think. I cannot. I can only cry. Darkness. Hopeless. Two and a half years later. Time has… Read more
Looking Anywhere Else Tricia Lott Williford July 19, 2013 3 Comments When I miss Robb more than I can stand, when I can’t bear to look it in the face, I… Read more
Closest Thing to Woodstock Tricia Lott Williford July 16, 2013 2 Comments I followed the music, I followed the crowds, and I followed the scent of sweet smoke that I’m pretty sure… Read more
The Truth about My Coffee Tricia Lott Williford July 11, 2013 No Comments I wanted to like coffee. I wanted to want it. It just looked so sophisticated, so conversational, to hold a… Read more
Airline Ash Trays and Pink Chinos Tricia Lott Williford July 5, 2013 1 Comment A young family sat in front of me on the plane. The dad sat across the aisle from his wife… Read more
Small Blue Snow Boot Tricia Lott Williford June 29, 2013 No Comments From the Archives of Teaching Tuck and Ty * * * We decided to do a family trip to King… Read more
The Year I Blew It on Father’s Day Tricia Lott Williford June 16, 2013 1 Comment Robb was a pro at celebrating Mother’s Day. We didn’t have many years together as parents, but he was always… Read more
Full Immersion Tricia Lott Williford June 5, 2013 1 Comment I have a new iPhone cover. I went with Royal Blue. (Apparently I capitalize colors of royalty.) The Verizon girl… Read more
I Dreamt Of Him Tricia Lott Williford May 3, 2013 1 Comment I dreamt of him. I was standing at the side of the road, seemingly Nimisila Road from my childhood town,… Read more
Racquetball Glove Tricia Lott Williford May 1, 2013 8 Comments Tyler found Robb’s racquetball bag. He used to play an evening or two each week, and his bag had not… Read more
Conflicted Tricia Lott Williford April 25, 2013 9 Comments I wonder if he felt conflicted. I wonder, at what point did he know he was dying? When did he… Read more
Phone-A-Friend Tricia Lott Williford April 18, 2013 1 Comment “Mommy, I just miss you right now.” He’s calling from school, not from a cell phone, but from the real… Read more
Sidelines Tricia Lott Williford March 26, 2013 1 Comment My Wii character, Mii if you will, does much better on the basketball court when I’m not playing. Seriously. She… Read more
She Tricia Lott Williford February 27, 2013 11 Comments She made an appointment to visit the house that was hers the day before. She brought two friends along, who… Read more
Lucky Tricia Lott Williford February 23, 2013 4 Comments Today, I sat with a woman whose husband died nine months ago. This weekend is her first step into the… Read more
Sexy Lady Tricia Lott Williford February 3, 2013 3 Comments “Mommy, what does ‘sexy lady’ mean?” God, help me right now, this minute, please. “Um, what?” “What does ‘sexy lady’… Read more
It Does a Body Good Tricia Lott Williford January 29, 2013 5 Comments “I don’t want to drink my milk. I don’t want to grow. I don’t want to get too heavy. I… Read more
Pirouette Tricia Lott Williford December 9, 2012 No Comments “Did daddy help you walk across icy spots because you were always running and spinning and sliding?” Yep. That’s me.… Read more
