Letters to Tuvia #60: Fresh Air (10-25-15)

Morning T,

Coming to you from Ellenville.  Total quiet, even the baby in Josh’s room is still asleep, hey even my brother Jeff is still asleep and it’s almost 7 but then I don’t even know what time the gang called it a night, last night.  I was free to stay up with them but you know me, when it’s time, it’s time and after a crazy night on Friday with just a few hours of sleep, I am happy to say I caught up last night even on Manda’s very soft mattress.

It was one of those dingy days yesterday but once I hit Rt. 17 headed up to Ellenville, I was starting to breathe deeply and take in the Fall colors before they leave us.

I took my dad out to lunch, just the two of us. It was quiet, but he understands what I’m going through.  He still feels the loss of my mom and now your loss as well. His friends, his town and his independence are gone.  He asks how I am and knows the answer just by looking at me.  When I don’t call him, he worries and I don’t have you here to ask, “Did you call you dad today?” Sometimes I forget.

He insists on paying and you aren’t  here to stop him.  I have never agreed with you. He steps up and I say, thank you.

Back at Marla’s the house is filling.  As Manda and Steve arrive with Eliana, their very active toddler  and the attention shifts as it should,  to this  ball of energy and being the new face, she invites me to play with her and I dive in.

It’s good to be  with my clan, in my town, but I itch to be closer to you,  back home.  Don’t worry I’m staying here for another night.

Miss you T on this October morning,

Bonnie S.



8 thoughts

  1. Love that picture with the shoes already off, just as it should be. Loving family surrounding you is a good thing, Bonnie, though I know there is always an empty place. I hope you have some fun with the family today. Hugs for some sunshine, real or imagined!

Leave a Reply to MaryHelen Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.


"writing is the painting of the voice" -Voltaire-

Tammy L. Breitweiser

short fiction writer * PUSH Community leader

lit bits and pieces

Snippets of learning and life


a motherhood community for moms who do it all


This WordPress.com site is the cat’s pajamas

Crawling Out of the Classroom

In everything that my students and I do together, we strive to find ways to use reading and writing to make the world outside of our classroom a better place for all of us to be

Lisa's Ramblings: Random Thoughts on the World We Live In...


Freeing the Writer Within

As I See It

Observations on Life

AnnaGCockerille Literacy

The Generative Power of Language: Building Literacy Skills One Word at a Time

Haddon Musings

There are 11,507 stories in Haddonfield; this is one of them.

To Read To Write To Be

Thoughts on learning and teaching

Just Let Me Teach

MrsWp, ELA Teacher


How to stay sane studying to become a teacher, and eventually, during your first years (when I get there!)


Smile! You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever

%d bloggers like this: