His name, remembered, spoken, and written…

What can I say about today?

April 30, 2026.

Since every day, almost every hour, I think of my beautiful boy, Sam. His name circles my mind, my heart, from back to front, a subtle loop, a recording, a continuous ticker tape, in the background a whirring, clicking, and beeping biotelemetry.

Sam Kassenoff
3/2/98 – 4/30/2007

Today’s not so different from any other day, really. Only a marker in time; nineteen years.

Time keeps on ticking, moving along. Time has taught me how to… It’s dulled my sorrow into a tolerable ache, which I’ve learned to live with and reshape, somehow, into words.

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near, even when far away

On your birthday today…

It’s Monday, March 2, your birthday. Oh my gosh, you’re twenty-eight today. I’m sitting here, early morning, outside in the dark, remembering you, my beautiful boy.

You’ll always be my beautiful boy. Though I know you’re older now, larger than life. 

Far away. 

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saving the past: scanning photos and memories

For months now, I haven’t felt like blogging. I write every day. Privately. Nothing I feel like sharing or showing to anyone.

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Discover the Art That Speaks to Your Heart

I didn’t know that the Mona Lisa painting became popular after it was stolen. Talk about absence making the heart grow fonder!

We often don’t realize the impact art can have on our hearts.

Art, in any form, can guide and motivate and inspire us.

So . . .

What art inspires you?

What speaks to your heart?

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from drafts to done: building a habit of finishing your writing

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evolving

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WHEN I BEGAN TYPING THIS (months ago), I didn’t want to overthink or over-edit it, but just type about that thing I was thinking about before I sat down. But every time I sit down to write, like right now, my brain turns to slush.

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my book: your review?

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