There's the cliche of writers

There's the cliche of writers that can write, write, write their heart out, but can't find the words for a wedding vow and I suppose it's because writers DWELL on words. Absolutely writhe over words.

I am, currently, at a loss of what to say.

My blog celebrates the insignificant and the extraordinary that sometimes pokes from behind it. For me to pick back up where I left off... picking apart those insignificant everydays... to put on a smile and write something for the sake of writing without at least acknowledging that something significant has happened, would be a mistake.

But I don't feel it's my place to talk in details and so all I can say--to those that are affected--is--

I'm sorry.

The last few days and the days ahead have been and will be both heartbreaking and heartwarming. I have and will be here for Elise. I hope, in at least that way, I can offer some comfort.

When I started writing my stories at Ribcage, I decided early on that I would celebrate life's little moments. That, though a life (and story) without conflict is in some ways a lie... maybe that was what some of us needed. To celebrate life's little moments--free of conflict.

To the loyal readers of my blog, I apologize that my posting may be a little scarce in the later half of this week. Elise and I will be out of town for a couple of days.

In the morning we're going into the city to get out of the house, to take pictures, to make new moments. I'll surely post the photographs.