Death has been playing with my Dad, toying with him like a sated cat who must keep the mouse alive until he’s hungry again.
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Skimming Stones
Posted in Beaches/Tides, Fathers, Masculinity, Parenting, Relationships, Sons on June 25, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
“What are your thoughts?” asked the husband to the wife. “Hmmmmmm,” murmured the wife, stalling for time.
Childhood Story #8
Posted in Children, Emotions/Inner World, Fathers, Growing up, Masculinity, Writing, Young Love on February 17, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
In a well-worn story of my youth, the main character is, of course, me. But as I retold the story, it could be my Dad. Or my Mom. Or my stuffed tiger, who, at the age I was at the time this story was not yet a story, but a series of events that hadn’t […]
Definition of a Good Day: My Father Didn’t Die and I Didn’t Kill my Mother
Posted in Acceptance, Aging, Anger, Daughters, Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Fear, Friendship, Meditation, Writing on January 30, 2014 | 2 Comments »
Some days, “goodness” is defined more simply. A break in the weather. Errands completed with relative ease. My son has a good day at school and responds by my 4th nagging request to get off the computer. My husband returns from his 12-hour day energized and fatigued, rather than exhausted and depleted. I manage to […]
Modern Day Heroism
Posted in Daughters, Fathers, Husbands, Men, Mothers, The Genders on July 1, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
The setting: An overcast day, perfect for strolling in the park and checking out the local fish ladder. Salmon are swimming upstream, doing their salmon-y thing. Big fish. People are doing their people-y thing, taking pictures, talking loudly over the low roar of the water, leaning over the tops of the pools to get a […]