The last perfect day

Hello, you. Thanks for stopping by. I have 11,000+ followers for this blog now. It wasn’t always this way. When I first began it, I was lucky if half a dozen people were reading–and that’s likely counting family members.  So I feel like I can republish a post from my early days that has new…

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…

Terra firma

“Give me but one firm spot on which to stand, and I will move the earth.” –Archimedes I almost didn’t open the email. It came from someone named Moira,  who I’m sure I don’t know. Then I saw the address was my high school alma mater. I’m not sure how many of you out there…

The milestones don’t change us

I recently celebrated one of THOSE birthdays. A milestone birthday. And the question I got most often, being a woman of a certain age, was: “Does this one bother you?” My surprising answer, as a divorced woman “of a certain age” was “No.” Because it didn’t, really. And the answer to that conundrum has everything…

The last eight months of a life

When I wrote of my friend and long-distance coworker who recently passed, some of you wrote privately to me about not having experience with a loved one dying. And about wondering what that was like. I was honest with those who wrote. It sucks, for the most part. Because no matter how much you believe…

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…

Holding space

In this phase of my life, I find myself a space holder. It’s a sacred job, one many don’t really think about much. Until you require a space holder. Or someone you love does. Holding space for someone you love means that you are solid and impermeable, even as they get buffeted by the winds of…

Anne the Adventurer

I was in the middle of a river, walking in water up to my knees, mud squishing between my toes. Thanks to my sister Anne. If you know Anne, you know that this is not unusual. At any given moment, you might find her wading down a river, striking a kung fu pose in a…

Feeding my starving children and a dead neighbor

Crass title. But, unfortunately, an all-too-true title. My good intentions got me nowhere this week. They say intention matters but I’m more of a “where the rubber hits the road” kind of gal. If you’re going to do something, do it. Don’t hem and haw about how you’re planning to do it, meant to do…

Cheerios moments

I am missing the small things. If you’ve ever lost a loved one, you soon realize the moments that haunt you, that you would give anything to get back, are the little ones. The Cheerios moments. Mother’s Day falls on my birthday this year. At times like these, I try to celebrate how blessed I…

Worth the crystal

There’s a little voice that whispers in my ear now and then. I like to think it’s my deceased parents, banding together to clue me in on things they wish they would have known when they were alive. If you’re still reading and haven’t labeled me a paranoid schizophrenic for hearing voices in my head,…

Befores and Afters: Conclusion

When you return to your mother at the hospice, she is visibly changed. You are with her on one of her worst days; the whole day she is grabbing at her clothes and you, trying to get out of bed, frantic to go, not at all lucid. On your last visit, you were able to…