David would have been 56 today. A photo of us, my head resting on his right shoulder and our brother Tommy sitting at his left, pops up in my Facebook feed as a “memory”—as if I would forget this birthday without this visual reminder. The photo is from a restaurant in Houston called Julia’s where we... Continue Reading →
A couple of days ago, I clicked the small ornate letter T on my iPhone, as I do most mornings, and ran my finger down the appealingly slick surface, scanning the headlines in my New York Times app. Sick of the elections, racial tensions and ongoing police dramas, I kept scrolling, taking note of items... Continue Reading →
There is something about anniversaries that seems to automatically set us up for disappointment, regardless of why the day is significant. The year marker of a lovely experience like a wedding, or a benign thing like a birthday, or an accomplishment like quitting smoking are wrought with expectation and memory: What if he doesn't remember? Will I get... Continue Reading →
This Thursday will be the first time that September 3rd falls on a Thursday in seven years. The cycle that bumps days of the week has made one full rotation. It was on September 3, 2008, that my big brother, David, went missing. I remember it all too well. It was on a mountain like... Continue Reading →
Anne Pinkerton 