We laugh until we cry. We kiss until we touch bone. Our voices are stuck several decibles lower than usual when we talk on the phone, low and croaking and crouching, muddy creatures lurking in pond reeds ( Read more... )

The call came this morning. I was on the couch reading a Playbill article about Les Miserables. Nathan was eating hot cereal. "It happened, " she said, and something in me sighed a great slow blow of relief at the same time that my chest closed and I felt the world around me change frequency, tilt to the side, and fall quiet. Nathan and I stood ( Read more... )

I need to get this out before I eat breakfast ( Read more... )