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.…
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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…
My city kid spent part of spring break in his old neighborhood. Whenever I think about how quickly time has passed, I remember riding our elevator not too long after Max was born. I was holding him when Sarah,…
Max and I spent a few days a few weeks ago at Common Place Farm. I love what my friends have done to support the healing energy of this very special place. They invited me to consider making a…