Touching God for the First Time

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Dad, during his Gymnastics Days

My Dad passed away Five Years ago this Morning.
My Mother and I were with him.
He was Ninety Years Old.
During his battle with Cancer, he chose Home Hospice Care.
We took care of him.
One of those things that you can in no way be prepared for,
But as the Universal Prayer goes,
“Dear God, Please turn me into someone who can do this!”
On the day he died, I sent this Letter to my Nephews and Niece.
Today, in memoriam, I am posting it here:

Don’t Let Your Guard Down

Trump, Jr. with his Kill

Trump, Jr. with his Kill

You know how you look at Something
It seems shocking at First
You can tell it’s Bad.
You don’t like it.
It’s Absurd, Really!
But after it’s been around awhile, you kind of get used to it.
And then it seems OK
Or at the Very Least, the Best you can do.
And, over time, you come to Accept it
As Normal.

Vulnerable in the Soup

vul·ner·a·ble (vŭl nər-ə-bəl) adj.   1.a. Susceptible to physical harm or damage
b. Susceptible to emotional injury, especially in being easily hurt
c. Susceptible to attack
—American Heritage Dictionary


The Deaths of those 49 kids in Orlando kicked off this tumultuous Summer in the shadow of what I find to be a fairly Terrifying Presidential Election Campaign, all making us aware of just how Vulnerable we are.
Grieving for the Lives of: (more…)

Dead Leaves

2016-06-02 12.11.02“What are you doing?” I asked.
I was only a child when my MOM began to pull all the brittle withering leaves off of the plant in my windowsill.
“Ohhhh,” she shooed me away, admonishing, “You have to take off the old dead leaves. Otherwise they drain the plant.”

Motherhood requires, among other things, an uncanny ability to Let Go of what is unnecessary in favor of that which will survive.
It is to become an expert in How to Grow.
And Growth involves letting go of superfluous ballast so that the Balloon may Lift Higher.
Mothers know this.

It was one of those simple moments as a child
That meant nothing. And everything.