It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t…
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My brother David brought me the two most beautiful potted mums this fall – one bright yellow and the other deep red. Watering one day I noticed one small flower “that was not like the others” (please hum the…
I imagine for many of us trying to live our grief the verse from the song above resonates. Last Saturday was a special night. I attended a concert headlined by Amy Speace and Megan Palmer at Green Guitar Folk House.…
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. ― T.S. Eliot Driving on a winding road in…
That first Mother’s Day after my mom died? I think I spent it in bed and definitely not on Facebook. I just wanted to get through those 24 hours. Mom died April 10, 2011 and I had already bought…
Friends and family have asked me to share the remarks I made at Dad’s funeral mass. Welcome. Thank you for coming to celebrate Dad, Grandpa, Uncle Bob, Bob, Robert, Bobby Jo, Bobo, Big Blind Bob. When the hospice nurse…