We sat riverside, her and I, on a bed of soft green watching water rush – displaying a fierce power born from Mother Earth. Philosophical pondering, her and I. We nourished our souls with authentic connection and fed our senses with lush and refreshing tints. Being fully present with my only child, in the presence …
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Candy Apple Red
There she goes bumping down the road wrapped in candy apple red Silverado short bed windows down, music up blond lift held with Aqua Net Nice truck! more than one said not talking wheels, I suspect She complements her spring birth month bull strength and stubbornness She’s no bull in a china shop though with …
Toes in clovers, imagination soaring
Their hands are little for only a little while Hold them finger paint with them play jacks with them Teach them how to hold a kite rope and how to jump rope Let them hold worms and ladybugs and pick clovers Show by example that hands are a heart’s messenger with endless ways to create …
Passing the Playground
I passed her on the playground I was once her Someday she’ll be me She was pushing a giggling girl in a fastened seat I watched Bouncing pig tails and kicking feet I smiled at her She smiled at me I wanted to pause my walk and tell her all I’ve learned along my motherly …
Now and Then
She now stands taller than me with legs as strong as a Viking woman; descendants are we. Wrapped in my arms, I guarded her with the intensity of a thousand Viking women. To protect my babe I would have fought a thousand men. With my bare hands, I would have silenced their breath. Without a …
Drove my Chevy to the levy
Almost three years ago I began this blog, partly as a place to write my way through the grief I was experiencing after losing my father on Valentine’s Day, 2019. I wrote my way through denial, pain, anger, and depression. Eventually, I found acceptance. Even when I wasn't writing about my dad, writing helped me …
Flying Home (poem & photos)
The one slow to step returned to the state where she drew her first picture and her first breath. I am here ready with open arms – the same arms that she fell into after taking her first step. The one slow to step was ready to fly away, but in my arms, extended from …
My Greatest Gift
I dreamed you before I met you. I loved you before I held you. Before I heard your heartbeat for the first time, before I felt your tiny legs flutter across my belly, and before I first looked into your artist’s eyes, your life gave mine a grander purpose, and an overwhelming desire to become …
Lasting fatherly Impressions (video)
https://videopress.com/v/7ZRzCKRF?preloadContent=metadata blanket pulled back bare feet step on the gritty floor hands grab camera bag hands throw on a baseball cap sandy feet slip into damp flip-flops flip-flops rush out the stuck door legs extend into the early morning gray careful steps along the wooden planks eyes begin to focus and notice a suspended evening …
His last two quarters
An intimate and touching excerpt about adult children making end-of-life decisions just after their father took his final breath. A true story that is both highly personal and widely universal. ................................... “Have you considered what you would like your father to wear to the mortuary?” the hospice social worker, Shawn, asked. My brother, Nick, and …
My Inspired Life 