Category Archives: Writing
Darkness, and then sunlight
Anticipation
Afterlife
Nature’s mandala
Everything happens for a reason: NOT
The Coffee Scoop
My sister, Cindy, and I live on opposite ends of the country and rarely see each other. When my mother died in the Autumn of 2001, we each packed our bags and headed to Mom’s condo in Arizona. There we spent a week together to arrange and hold Mom’s memorial and to empty the place out. We needed… Read More »
The high cost of the work-to-live treadmill
My mind broke a little bit today. Unable to sleep in the wee hours this morning, I [foolishly] picked up my phone and was browsing through a few social media outlets when I came upon a post that put into words something that I have very worriedly obsessed over for years. This worry has seemed so big, so… Read More »
The lasting effect of kindness
Eagle demonstration
My spatial idiocy
Simple thoughts about the end of everything
You are more than your name
Waiting to die
In the mid 20-teens, my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease. By that time he was already starting to have mental slip-ups, enough that when he received the diagnosis, he seemed to promptly forget it. After twice having to tell him that he had the disease, my stepmom decided that maybe he didn’t need the reminders and just… Read More »
Uncle Swen and the Doll
Between my mother and father, I had seven aunts and uncles: fourteen if you include their spouses. My folks moved across the country from Minnesota to California long before I was born and were strangely withdrawn from the families they had left behind. So even though I had a vast army of aunts, uncles, and cousins in the… Read More »