December 24, 2012

Twenty-one months today, Christmas Eve. 

Her stocking is so tiny. Appropriately, I suppose. White fabric and red stitching. Empty.

I’ve been thinking about putting a handwritten note in it this year. Something to fill the empty pocket.

I’ve thought about adding a note every Christmas, and keeping them in there year round, until I add another note, until her stocking has lost it’s color and the stitching is coming apart and it’s stuffed full of letters from a heartbroken old man, still hopelessly in love, still missing his little girl.


December 24, 2012:

Dearest M,

I’m sorry.



December 4, 2012

I'm back writing for Glow In the Woods this week, talking about our pending move from Los Angeles. Please feel free to stop by Glow and join the discussion.