When our youngest daughter was a little girl, she asked if Santa Claus was real or just pretend? Now, as a young adult, she’s asking is religion real or an illusion? Her intelligent, inquiring mind never suffered fools lightly. Now, she’s asking if I’m just fooling myself.
The Life (and Legacy) of Brian
As a society, when all this is over, we’ll have to go back to living “normal.” We must reconcile this within ourselves before addressing others: giving peace another chance! With Brian, we loved him like a brother.
I Want to Fall in Love Again
Not everyone we meet will remain in our lives. Some people come into our lives for a short time to show us a different perspective, to show us kindness and to remind us who we want to be. And, to bring out the song in our hearts.
Love
In the worst of this mess
To find it: This isness
Instead of communicating
With a chasing and constant dizziness
Of always wondering
Why there is a sense between me and other of trashy stickiness
And scratchy itchiness
And patchy frizziness
And unfinished business
Between truth and fiction
A Song for Every Season
I’d like to show how anyone interested in creative thinking can benefit from a simple life skill approach.
In Praise of the Heroic
…he wrote down on a whiteboard his love for us both: his “brothers.” From the lips of a dying man, I wondered… did we deserve this honour?
Grateful
Their stories are unique, yet share one commonality: their lives were taken unexpectedly by a virus. It saddens me to think about how those stories may have ended, that they may have been alone in nursing homes or hospitals, without their loved ones by their side holding their hand or kissing their cheek.
This Is It?
I believe the universe was preparing me for something – the pivotal moment when the oncologist would tell us, many months later, that the cancer was back and had spread to other organs in my husband’s body.
Grow Old with Me
“Congratulations! You look like a very happy couple.” That’s what a man called out to us before driving away from a stop sign as we walked arm in arm together one evening. We were both surprised and appreciative of his comments – expressed as they were with genuine sincerity. It made our day!
Arthur
He sat down in his favorite chair, the one with the tall back and the arm rests. He picked up the latest Larry McMurtry book off the side table, pulled out his glasses from his shirt pocket and started to read. He could read through anything: wars, famine or feasts.
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