Last night, when I got home from work, D was shaky and visibly upset. I asked him what was wrong and he crumbled. I immediately panicked. Knowing…… Read more “misplaced relief”

My father’s mother My mother’s father Two aunts Friends Myself Now, my father. The official diagnosis came in yesterday. It isn’t good. I’m devastated.

I have a tendency to run from things. As a child, I was non-confrontational. I would run to my room, shutting the door, shutting the world out.…… Read more “running”

My brain feels clouded. I think it’s the cold. I’d blame the cough syrup, but I haven’t taken it yet. I’m thinking about vintage typewriters and organizing…… Read more “mish mosh”

It’s a new year, and I have goals. I want to be more organized. I want to travel some this year. I want to take more photos.…… Read more “twelve”

I’ve got a wicked cold, and I barely made it to midnight last night, but I’m looking to 2012 to be a good year. I don’t make…… Read more “new year”

I hear this song at holiday time and I’m faced with a rush of conflicting emotions. My father loves this song, and I have the same feelings.…… Read more “the prayer”