You Annoy Me, Now Kindly Let Me Love You
In this follow up to Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here, author Lisa Lucke continues describing her spiritual awakening.
Father’s Wake
FATHER'S WAKE Yesterday, we buried apa, my father. Today, I sit with people I do not know. Attend a Mother’s Day brunch at the Hungarian Church hall. Courtland township beside Lake Erie. Muddy, unpaved roads: listening to the cimbalom. The … Read more →
Life Lessons
I was born into a family that has loved and accepted me, and I can only imagine how difficult that was for them. This is my way to thank three people who have made my life worth living.
A Mother’s Wish
Eventually the “to do list” was done. I had to realize that Megan was going away for the first time, for more than a week, and she would be with people I didn’t know in countries that were foreign to me. My daughter was going to be quite literally on her own, far far from home.
Key To My Heart
I have no particular sentimental attachments to Valentine’s Day. It conjures up memories of the second grade at Condon Elementary school in 1955, and an empty envelope taped to the front of my desk because none of those kids who brought in silly … Read more →
A Jimminy Christmas
When my daughter pointed out I had forgotten to buy a Christmas present for one our family members, I found myself braving the Christmas Eve crowds in search of worms.
11 Things I Wish My Son To Know
Your mind is brilliant with ideas and thoughts, you must use this to create and bring life or it will destroy you. You have no other options, your gift will not let you rest.
Being Thankful
Thanksgiving was the only day we said grace at the dinner table when I was young. My father would ask us to take a moment to remember the underprivileged in other parts of the world, and those who did not have enough to eat, insisting that we were very lucky, indeed, to be sitting down to such a fine dinner together.
Then he’d make quite a show of sharpening the carving knife by drawing the blade back and forth menacingly against the steel.
Do You Understand?
I preferred my deaf friends and “my” deaf community to my hearing ones. I started freelancing as an interpreter and I attended many deaf community activities. I began to look into colleges that were predominately deaf, and look into speech therapy and sign language interpretation degrees. But, as time wore on, I found my birth family and moved to South Dakota. I did not search out a deaf community and pretty much lost touch with that part of myself. I still signed anytime a favorite song came on the radio and I started to teach my boyfriend-turned-husband to sign.
Looking Forward, Looking Back
Margaret Blackwood writes about home, the passage of time and whether it is the people or place that provide sense of belonging.
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