This week I celebrate two years as a full on Orthodox Christian. I also celebrate the feast of my namesake, Theodora of Vasta on September 11th. I had intended to spend some time in a rambling tumble of words about remembering and about being named and then I got word that an old friend of mine was killed in a car crash.
And everything stopped.
All my worries from this past week, all my concerns about permission slips for school and deadlines for essays and book promotion and cleaning the dust that has accumulated on the windowsills just floated off somewhere. I had to get the boys to school still, so we waited at the bus stop and when they asked why I was crying I told them. I reminded them about the time my friend came over to help Henry with his reading. I told them how long I…
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