I’m not going to lie to you, friends. As fun as Szaba’s 2-year birthday was, it was also … hard. At year 1, we didn’t have Sue. At year 2, we didn’t have Shirley. Perhaps unwisely, I hadn’t accounted for an appearance by Grief, my uninvited guest. I guess I was so deep in planning … More Grief: My Uninvited Guest
Let’s do something together for Memorial Day. Let’s memorialize someone. Here’s what we’ll do: In the comments section below, just write the name (first only is fine) and a memory or two you’d like to pass on about them. Even just a phrase or sentence is fine, though stories are welcome, too! You can even e-mail … More Memorial Day Project
Yes, I was raised Catholic, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this. It’s a realization I had when I read a stirring essay by April Perry. (Thank you, April, for writing it.) And here is that realization:
This Koop song is exquisitely lovely. I never get tired of it, especially when I’m in a peaceful and reflective mood, like this chilly, but sunny morning. I hope it reaches you in the same way.
Oh, to write again! Today I’ll be pouring words onto the page and trying to organize them in some meaningful sense for me and for you. In the meantime, I wrote this (rather eerie now) piece last week, before the shock of Shirley’s death, and I feel I must share it now. The holiday apparently … More Meaning of Dreams
Thanks to my poetry post on Friday, I found the following poem in my inbox this morning. My favorite line: “We see your raised face/at both sides of a day.”
Now that I have a toddler, the word “share” seems to leave my lips about 300 times a day. I’m not sure the kiddo gets it yet, but my subconscious certainly seems to be listening. Obviously, the ways we share as parents are varied and many:
Your toddler doesn’t need an expensive play kitchen to “play kitchen.”
I was inspired to start this whole blog after my mother-in-law and dear friend, Sue, died from breast cancer a year ago. Sue was integrally involved with the 3 Day Walk for the Cure as a fund-raiser, speaker, crew member, and walker. (Once she even walked 60 miles on chemo for the cause.) Given Sue’s close ties … More The Real Enemy: Breast Cancer
Mentally, I returned with a mixed bag of St. John souvenirs. Most are them are happy, unforgettable, illuminating … but a teeny tiny one is sad. I’ve been building up this pilgrimage, and now that it’s complete, it’s left me a little adrift, so to speak. I’m no shrink, but I’m guessing it has to … More St. John Souvenirs
My Castle Heart Publications 