From D.W.: Well, tomorrow's the day. It would have been our thirteenth Wedding Anniversary. And it is the second one without Rachel. This is the memorial that's hardest, I think. Harder than her birthday, or mine. Or Christmas. Or even the anniversary of her death.
From D.W.: Our Anniversary is now just over a week away. I don't have much to say about it that wouldn't sound canned or confused. There's this notion that gets discussed often in the "widow community" (yes, there's a
From D.W.: Our Anniversary is coming up soon. In just a couple of weeks. I don't know how that's going to affect me this time around, and I've learned that it's foolish to try and predict grief. But what I do
From D.W.: Tomorrow is election day. It was both one of Rachel's favorite days of the year and, particularly in the last decade, one of the most anxiety ridden and frustrating. It's become redundant and almost tiresome to keep saying that "this is one
From D.W.: In Houston it can take a while before you actually start to feel the Summer fade into Autumn, but it's happening. It's never the full-fever flame out that you get in more northern climes, but it happens. And boy, is it ever full
From D.W.: I know that, in the larger landscape of issues that involve actual, real human suffering, that the White House is just a building. And it's a building with no shortage of historical trauma in its DNA, having been built by forced labor on stolen land.
From D.W.: Maybe it's because Autumn is creeping in. Maybe because I just had lunch with a very old friend I hadn't seen in 15 years. Or maybe it's just because I'm kind of hungry today, but I thought I'
From D.W.: A "Hate America Rally?" Really? Is that the best you can do? I can't say for sure whether or not Rachel would have been at the No Kings rally in Houston this weekend. But I can say that she would have full-throated-ly supported
From D.W.: Real talk... I had no idea what to post about today. Our neighbors are hurting, and democracy feels so fragile, and everything just makes me angry, and I hate it. My brother in law suggested that I post about compassion, and he has a point. It'
From D.W.: It's not winter, yet. Certainly not in Houston. But it's coming. And after that comes Spring. Eventually Spring. I like these two pieces from Rachel building on a motif she leaned upon often, written nearly a decade apart. We have to remind ourselves
From D.W.: One of the things I admired most about Rachel's writing, and loved about her person, was how she could always ground me in context. She never let me travel too far down desperate roads without reminding me that there was a spare tire in the
From D.W.: This post was written right after the Virginia Tech shooting nearly two decades ago when Rachel was still working in parish youth ministry, but really it could be about any mass shooting event that's occurred in this country since then. I warned you there was