I make popcorn the old-fashioned way. My dad’s way. I heat the oil. The perfect hot. Then I sprinkle kernels across. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Scatter but don’t double-stack. Then the dance begins. Watching. Right hand – lifting and shaking the pan. Return to the heat. Repeat. Shaking Shaking Shaking Metal and …
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I wanted so much to just disappear; I did not want to talk to anyone, but most people need their goodbyes. I have had too many of them to need any more. "What are you going to do?" she asked me, as I was rolling my last cart of personal belongings to my car. Dammit, …
Do not go gentle into that good night (video)
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the …
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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 …
Having More
In this life time is of the essence. I’ve lived a few life times in this body it seems, yet, it some times feels like my entire life time was lived during a restful night’s dream. I wake and know I have more to do with this life I’ve been given. I complete my work, …
“Because I could not stop for death” (poetry recitation)
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess …
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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 …
We are a Mess
Being born is messy pain, screams, and blood when a new life descends breathing slowed, followed by a long-anticipated first gaze messiness soon fades away Childhood is messy screams, pain, and blood when little fingers and limbs reach beyond their limits wounds heal and become scars that will tell a story one day messiness soon …
Dreamy Visit, Surprising Gifts
My post is both a true story and a tribute to a woman who left this world too soon, but not without leaving a lasting and loving impression on me, her niece, and on countless others who adored her. Those who have been following my blog since at least July, may remember from my post, …
My Inspired Life 