I’m waving back to you, Mom. You, Diane. I see you in the window, down the driveway in the house you and Dad shared before you passed. You’re waving, just there. A familiar wave, excited, your palm overextended on your tiny wrist. A mother’s can’t-wait wave. Come...
In 2017, my wife Marike and I were invited to an anniversary party of a friend. I was going to wave that night, I just didn’t know it yet. Our friend hired a local rock band to play some songs, to make everybody dance and have good fun. Indeed, we had good fun, very...
On my long run this morning, I was trying to think of what to write for “Waveback”. I thought of small incidents, like how on a run at the beginning of my quarantine in my childhood home back in March, after a period of not interacting with anyone but my mom and...
