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2018 was an intense year.  For many, last year was filled with the good, bad, or ugly life situations and lessons we don’t or can’t plan for ahead of time. Not only do these circumstances often require the presence of our whole heart and soul, they typically take up significant time…

For almost 12 years after his first heart attack, I tried to prepare for my father’s death. At first, my attempts were a protective measure, as if imagining the worst-case scenario equaled my survival. I’d let my mind drift into these horrific, albeit, creative scenarios of marching down hospital halls,…

There’s a gecko in our room and I’m scared.  Let’s be clear, I am not a “startled, oh you scared me” scared.  For the last thirty minutes my feet were rooted to the stone floor like I was a statue.   I watched the Gecko crawl, with a slow and determined…

When I was in my early twenties, I got a tattoo.   I was with some family and friends who had planned to get inked and I decided to join them.   Although, the timing was a bit of a surprise, it was not a spur of the moment decision. Months earlier,…

My dad used to create slideshows with family or nature scenery photos mixed with some of his favorite music.   He made the first one in 2009, and in the last few months of his life he increased the frequency and focus. He would create a theme like, “father and son”,…

When I was a kid, the Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) series was one of my favorite collections of books. Each story started with a compelling beginning and then after a few pages, you encounter two or three options. Option one may send you to page 10, while option 2…

I am not a mother.   I think this is important to note because I believe it is respectful to distinguish the difference between empathy and experience.   I have a fairly unique understanding of motherhood based on an intimate involvement in the lives of many mothers, but I am not a…

Today is December 1, 2012 and it has been 8 months and one day since my father died and almost 11 months since the death of my grandmother. It is fascinating because the second after I typed that sentence, The Commodores’ Jesus is Love, a song we played at his…