While sitting in the waiting room at Pres Downtown yesterday, I was telling Sara about how after Mom passed away in 2011 it was difficult to see past the grief and loss, and it took over a year to where I would recall all the great things about Mom before any of the grief and loss. It’s now where I only smile at the stories I tell about Mom.

Sara asked me to tell her stories about Clare, and in time Thoughtcrimes will be brimming with my memories with Clare.

Just to get the ball rolling, the first breakfast in bed I made for Clare was a root beer float.

There’s much more to this story. As said, it’s just to get the ball rolling.

I’m smiling what will henceforth be known as a Groot Smile. There’s a story here, too.