Three Years…

Dear Hoop, This coming Saturday marks three years since your death. Three years of replaying every last conversation we had. Three years of seeing you through my rearview mirror as you buckled up the kids and said good-bye for the last time. Three years of watching you live and breathe in our kids. Three years…

#InstaFarce

I snapped a photo of the kids outside painting this afternoon and was about to post it on Instagram (’cause why else take a picture) when I realized the absurdity of the situation. The picture shows how these kids are happy, healthy (eating a nutritional snack), creative and outdoors. By all rights, I am portrayed…