At four and five years old my brother and I got plastic pedal bikes. His was the Big Wheel trike and I had my two wheeler. He was a boss and wore his jacket like a cape.
Tag Archives: life
Big
Grief is big. Some days I feel like I’ve got a handle on it, and “it” is almost done, then other days I just need a place to sit down and wait.
Too Far, Too Fast
When we were kids we ran away to be together, then as young adults, I got too far away, and he drove there and brought me home. He went too far, too fast, and I can’t bring him back.
I Feel You 