Yes, I was raised Catholic, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this. It’s a realization I had whenย I read a stirring essay by April Perry. (Thank you, April, for writing it.) And here is that realization:

Meaning of Dreams

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


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:


“Aย journey to a place which is considered special and which you visit to show your respect.”โ€”Cambridge Dictionaries Online And thus my husband, daughter, and I embark on a pilgrimage to the island of St. John. Obviously, it’s gorgeous. But why is it so special to us?

Memory Box

For awhile now I’ve been wanting to do something special with some of the things I have that were Sue’s or that remind me of her. I really like the idea of giving Szaba a physical place to go when she misses her grandma or wants to know more about her. That’s why I decided … More Memory Box