Author Archives: Marc

Abraham, We took a walk this evening on a perfect Portland night. It's almost warm and the raindrops aren't falling so much as forming in the air around you. Everything is shiny and cars going by sound like paper tearing. … Continue reading →

Abe, It's been a busy weekend, as we try to get all of our Christmas cards and gifts together. Never content enough to just go shopping, we try to make everything ourselves. There are drawbacks to this approach, some of … Continue reading →

Abraham, Everyday you are more alive than the last. Your eyes are dark and shiny, full of thought and wonder. We stare at each other forever, smiling at all the stupid things I do to entertain you. We are all … Continue reading →

Abraham, Your Grandma Cynthia came to visit last week. She was here for one happy day without your casts and she weathered the first days after your surgery with us all. She told you stories in a quiet voice, a … Continue reading →

Abraham, I owe you so many stories; these are rich days. Most of your short life you have worn thick plaster casts on your legs. They are bulky things, that stretch from your toes to the top of your thighs. … Continue reading →

Abe, While your grandparents were here we took them into the Columbia Gorge to Multnomah Falls and the Bonneville Dam. You were packed so tightly in foul weather gear, you couldn't relax your arms. You slept so peacefully, even as … Continue reading →

Son, There's so much to tell and no time. Life goes by like a million miles an hour. All I have for you of the last several days are these meandering stories. Last night there was precious time in your … Continue reading →