My Children

“I am longing for the past. Thinking about driving along the coastline in Italy watching the sun set. Listening to the grasshoppers in a quiet Tuscan night overlooking the endless floating hills that stretch beyond and the landscape that looks limitless. The hopeful quiet nights are filled with possibilities.


Kristin and I sit under the apple tree in her garden. We share a carton Chablis and each have our pack of Marlboro. The children play hide and seek inside the house. We are waiting for our permanent seats, she left and I to the right, so it has always been. Yes, since we met…