Grief – Inseparable She knocks on the front door, but she really didn’t have to. I saw her crouching there a few days ago. I can feel her presence before she announces herself. I didn’t invite her; she simply comes. She isn’t a respecter of persons; she...
DYING OF THE SAME I’m not quite sure what to do with this ache at times. I find emptiness facing me, like an abyss, and I feel as if I am staring into a black hole. I wish I could unwrap the years and re-do so many things. It’s not that I don’t take joy in...
A lone leaf flutters in the tree, a lasting remnant of wind and rain storms passing through. Late November sandwiched in the middle. Gray, brown, unnoticed season. Slow walk after rain, on glistening road. Slosh through soggy grass, wet leaves sticking together. How...
Too much emptiness facing me, like an abyss. I’m staring into a black hole. It aches, friend. I’m not quite sure what to do, sometimes. I wish I could wrap back up the years and re-do so many things. It’s not that I don’t take joy in watching my kids grow and helping...
August 5, Sunday. On this day in history: 7 people were shot in a Sikh temple in Oak Creek, WI. Three are still in critical condition. It is only two weeks since the mass shooting at a theater in Aurora, CO. And now there is another tragedy. After Sunday’s...
