Month: February 2013

On Monday we went to visit Dad in Mrs. Bush’s Personal Care Home where he lives. Most of the time, I feel initially anxious going because I just do. But once I see Dad, it melts away. He was in […]

Last Friday I had a reunion with a friend who shared a lot of stories and tales and general good-ness which was really really good, since I’d been feeling overly agitated about a work-situation.  I’d been trying to let go but […]

It was brief and to the point: Mom?  Yes. Were you planning on getting something for Elizabeth for Valentine’s Day? Yes. Well, if you really want to make her day, she’s been saving up for a Bridegroom Ken. Saving up? […]

I’m lifting words straight from today’s meditation in a book called, The Language of Letting Go. They landed right where I needed them to land, ka-ching, right in the solar plexus, as I was doing my early morning pondering of […]

Dad calls to say, Do you have a minute? I say, Sure. He says, I want to sing you a song.  Okay. My room-mate, Kemmie 100 yrs. old  doesn’t seem to be doing too well,  nurses keep coming in and […]

I was dripping from a shower when Fred, Program Director for the Pan-European MFA Creative Writing program@ Cedar Crest College, called to give me the good news.  It was a Sunday.  December 2nd.  11:30 in the morning.  The sun was out. […]