• Emergency room sign like that described by DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley
    Things That Suck

    Sometimes You Superglue It

    The thing about breathing is that it’s essential for living on this planet, so when you start having problems with breathing, everyone freaks out. It was small at first. I could run and breathe just fine, but I’d feel a tightness in my chest when I was drifting off to sleep. I’d be okay when I was teaching, but the moment I sat down to write I felt like I couldn’t take a full breath. I told my dad about it, and he listened to my heart and my lungs. “It’s nothing,” he said. My dad always says, “it’s nothing.” One of the few times he said otherwise was just…

  • Claire Brimley daughter of DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley makes muffins in their kitchen in a blue robe in Washington
    Parenting

    Sick Day

    The call came from the nurse just an hour after school began. “I have Claire here in my office,” the nurse said, “she’s got a fever and is complaining of a headache. I need you to come and get her.” My dad was back in Oregon for the summer, and so this meant that my work for the day had to be set aside. I went to her school to pick her up. She didn’t look good. “My head hurts,” Claire said as I walked into the office. I put her in her blue robe when we got home and then tucked her in bed. She fell asleep. I worked…

  • Father of DC widow blog writer Marjorie Brimley, Tom Clark, carries Tommy and looks at the distance
    Family & Friends

    Sometimes There’s a Little Vomit

    I was away on vacation for the first time in months.  It was glorious.  I still woke up early, went on a run and had eggs for breakfast.  But I got a bit of time and space to think, to breathe and to remember who I was without all of the distractions of daily life. My dad was home with the kids.  I called every night and talked to them via FaceTime. One night he answered after just one ring.  “Things are fine here,” he said.  “But Austin is playing basketball in the alley and refused to come in for dinner.”  He shook his head with a mixture of frustration…