But this Spring, there’s a different visitor. Well … not different in that I have an exotic bird day-tripping at my bird pool. She’s just an ordinary Robin.
Yom Yahveh – Day of Perfect Being
Yom Yahveh. I learned this Jewish phrase has two meanings: Day of the Lord or Day of Perfect Being. In our modern world, most of us understand Sunday as the Lord’s Day. But I became intrigued by the second meaning Day of Perfect Being.
I Like to Schedule My Procrastination
I'm a scheduled procrastinator.I'm a champion of strategic procrastination.
Breath of Heaven – Inhale the Future
I told him that if he calms down, I would give him a pen and paper so he could ask me anything ... “The first thing he wrote is… ‘Where the f**k am I?’” We collectively pause and exhale a burst of laughter.
Breath of Heaven – Conversations
Oh yeah, I remember – Greg died yesterday … twice … I’m awake now. Zombie-like I stand, managing to step over Travis who’s dozing on the floor. Kimberly sees I’m conscious and quips, “How do you sleep without moving at all? You haven’t so much as flinched since you laid down.” I shrug, continuing... Continue Reading →
Breath of heaven
I’m standing in the sunbeam path trembling as I watch it settle just above the heads of four paramedics kneeling over Greg, my husband.
Our eyes meet as the paramedics jog the gurney away from me down the dreadfully long hall hurrying toward the waiting ambulance. I attempt a reassuring aspect but fail miserably. His color changes from pasty white to gray in an instant. He struggles to breathe. I hold my breath. I swallow a sob as I... Continue Reading →
Pick a classmate’s name out of a bowl, keep it a secret, sneak nice notes or small treats into their desk, share a present at the school Christmas party and reveal your identity. Sounds simple, right? If you’re familiar with the Secret Santa game, you’ll know that it’s played in a group during the Christmas... Continue Reading →
Hard, butterscotch candy tried to end me. "Never eat these unless you ask first," Mom warned. Immediately, those golden pieces of heaven with matching cellophane called my name.My friend, Jan and I played with our dolls, our moms chatted. Taking a water break, I spotted the butterscotch in a dish on the table. My... Continue Reading →
Waves glide over my head stealing my breath. Not a swimmer, I push forward toward the prize: a sandbar approximately 200 yards off shore. At least I'm praying that's what it is and not an oceanic mirage. Greg slips easily through the water next to me; damn avid swimmer that he is. We met at... Continue Reading →