Six weeks and I’ve resisted the urge to throw on the ALL CAPS button before responding, “WHICH ONE OF YOU IS IN COLLEGE?”
Tag: family
Weekend at Bernies. Or with.
“I can guarantee you one thing. A new purse will never throw up a pair of children’s underwear.” It was a long weekend, full of regrets.
Where is Everyone? The Solitude of Mourning.
The Solitude of Mourning: Where is everyone? They are right there. All you have to do is look for the ones who show up.
A Revisit: My Father. Oh, How He Has Risen.
It's not that I've given up writing, but I'm definitely riding the struggle bus. I know this is normal. I've just suffered a loss - a loss that I've been dreading for most of my life but also have longed for in the last year. That's okay, right? To long for an end to my … Continue reading A Revisit: My Father. Oh, How He Has Risen.
The Meat Plant and Susan’s Big Idea.
What if I swing by the meat plant and pick up a nice piece of beef? Admittedly, it was a crazy idea. But it turned out wonderfully.
The Tale of the Ice Cream Turkey Cake
Did I just win Thanksgiving? I mean, obviously, it's not a contest. But if it were...
F**k Pride
F**k Pride. The Biodad Chat
Blending (Family) Territories
One of the struggles in a blended family is the constant vying for that slippery “Parent of the Moment” trophy in a family unit that includes a variety of parents and definitely more than those two traditional ones. Territory wars? Table to two.
Finding the Good at the End of a Relationship
It’s been exactly one year since I lost one of the most important relationships in my life. No, nobody died, but I often wonder if that wouldn’t have been easier. Wondered? Wished, even, though only in moments when the waves of anger or sadness were peaking and when simply recalling amazing moments would have been … Continue reading Finding the Good at the End of a Relationship
Reverse Gratitude: It’s a thing, right?
I picked up the newspaper and started reading "It's in Times of Adversity When Gratitude Shows Up," written by John Nagy about the recent loss of his mother. As the messages between the lines revealed themselves, I felt compelled to put the paper back down because, well, why did it feel like Nagy was speaking directly to me?!?