In this moment

I am reminded this week that if we have any power at all, it is in this very moment. And as I write that, I realize it sounds like something you’d read on a cocktail napkin at a Tony Robbins seminar. Apologies for that. Mea culpa, but I’m still plunging ahead here. This post was…

Past tense be damned

The world lost a dear, kind, bright soul this weekend and is the lesser for it. Those of us lucky enough to have known her are infinitely “more” for the experience. A little brighter, a little wiser. I wasn’t going to write about Tersea’s passing. I’ve written about her before in August when she was…

Present in the present

I see the pain in my son’s face over the pain he has caused someone else. He wishes he could take what he has said and done back, but instead he covers his regret with bravado. And me? I try very hard not to go old-school on him and lecture. Because some things cannot be…

Make a wish

There she is. My mom. I’ve written about my relationship with my mother previously. She was a strong woman, an iron lady of sorts. Ahead of her time. An executive when women were not. The primary breadwinner in our family. A demanding taskmaster. A force with which to be reckoned. A stickler for table manners,…

Only the sweet remains

I have a few favorite men in my life. One of them has only been on this earth for a little over a decade. Another passed from this earth after more than eight decades. Turns out, we honored the passing of the latter on the same day the former turned the ripe old age of…

Mending the cracks

We don’t celebrate brokenness in my culture. Here in the States, we are very much of the mind that broken things require replacement with something newer, better. Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. There is no hiding of the original crack or fracture. The gold forces the observer to take…

Know from whence you came

“You do not come from this.” I said it to my son, matter of factly, calmly but with very clear emphasis. The “this” at the time was—well, you fill in the blank. If you have children, you know from time to time that they test limits. Whatever it was—lying, not giving a true effort, letting…

Look at what we made

I rarely write to you. I know you don’t read my blog anyway, just like you never read my newspaper articles. That’s ok. I’ve come to terms with that. And in a way, I can only write this because I know you won’t read it. Yet, you’re the only one who could truly appreciate what…

Godspeed

A mother and father lost their baby today. I know this because I saw the posts on the “Prayers for Shane” page on Facebook. And now, I’m weeping silently. I do not always weep at others’ loss, lest you think I’m coming apart at the seams. But today, the pics of this precious baby, only…

As I watch

I’m watching, Mom. I’m watching your grandbabies get married. Not my kids, of course, but the older ones. Your other children’s children. I feel your presence at these weddings, almost physically. I see the joy in these faces and I know yours would at least match it, if not outshine it. Because nothing made you…

Smoke signals

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a wet toothbrush on the bathroom counter. Zoom. Within milliseconds, I was transported to two years ago. My dad’s toothbrush was still wet. He was in hospice, failing. He was no longer in his own home. No longer surrounded by the flowers he’d planted…

Partners in crime

Whenever I am tempted to get too big for my britches, thankfully, my Nana comes to mind. Which is odd, because she always made me feel like the sun and moon rose and set just for me. She was a grounding force in my life whose influence still holds sway, despite her death over two…