Many times you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
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I am usually a better version of myself when I am with her. I am patient. But it is a sad patience because it sits in this place of detachment.
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The eggs however... now that’s different story...
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You think you know how you’ll feel, but you don’t... But surprisingly, 5 unexpected emotions tugged at me.
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My father made my job easy...
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Humans and money can be pretty unpredictable when combined.
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My inadvertent independence ... I nurture it, employ it (often), and protect it fiercely – often to the point of others’ consternation.
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Disease, war, acts of nature, apocalyptic happenings... Kim Jong-un ... it’s amazing any of us live past 50.
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Finding (and reading) the journal of a deceased loved one can be life affirming, or devastatingly invalidating. What did they really mean when they wrote that?
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I'm trying to balance compassion and self-preservation and it's a bitch.
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I watched his breathing. At times it was barely perceptible other times it was labored, loud and had some shakiness to it. I hoped and prayed that he wouldn't die...
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There is so much I don’t know, but what became clear to me is that my Dad wants to go home...
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But Mom’s big gift this year was unique... one of those gifts you just can’t wait to see the recipient open.
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My father would have turned 89 today but he died on October 9, 2016. So this will be his first birthday as a deceased dad.
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There are many times in our lives when we are faced with situations that, depending on our perspective, can be challenges or can be opportunities.
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I met my grandkids for the first time last week. A long story, but with a decidedly happy ending.
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It's one of the paramount fears of childhood that we will lose our parents one day.
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Time lapsed in spurts. Each event had a beginning and an end. The middle could be completely inconsequential... the concepts of mindfulness or being present not even blips on my youthful radar.
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I am standing at the altar the night before my wedding day. This is the practice run, when we all go through the motions, like actors rehearsing a dramatic play.
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Who am I? ...Some days, my family role is crystal clear, and some days – not so much.
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