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.
Note: This is the fifth installment in the Breath of Heaven series. If you're new here, Welcome! If you'd like to start with the first installment please click here. “We need to sleep in a real bed,” Travis exclaims. I wrestle with the decision to leave Greg’s side. “No one is dying tonight, Mom,” Evanne … Continue reading Breath of heaven – Awake!
This is the second installment in the story of Greg's cardiac arrest. Thank you for your patience as I struggle to work through the events. It's harrowing and cathartic both. If you haven't read the first installment you can click here. Sometimes the things you think'll never happen - happen just like that.The Impossible, Miller … Continue reading Breath of Heaven – Then
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.
Rain droplets on my windshield obscure her face, it’s her platinum blond hair that catches my eye. I have a quick impression of a young woman, possibly a college student? A stylish, chunky knit hat is pulled tight to her brows against the frosty rain. The hat sports a pompom the size of a grapefruit … Continue reading The Opportunity
I’m lobbying to protest a Tax Bill proposing public dollars pay for elective abortions.
Imitated each step. Followed every instruction. I struggle to prepare a meal to her perfection. I don’t possess the patience or skill to achieve mom’s cooking precision. She didn’t leave me her magic wand. Mom prepared recipes mostly from recollection. When she tried a new recipe, it was soon transformed and committed to memory. … Continue reading The Magic Wand
The view from where I’m standing would be impressive if I could open my eyes. ‘Why am I here? I must be crazy,’ I argue with myself. I shiver in the slight breeze even though the temperature is in the high 80s. Sound is muffled like I’m under water, but I’m not there yet. … Continue reading The View
Boxes of unopened perfume and powder line the top shelf of her armoire. She adored gifts in her latest favorite scent, White Diamonds. I sigh as I wonder what to do with each of them. “Keep the packages nice and save your perfume for a special occasion,” she often told me when I was a … Continue reading Nice Things
I'm skeptical to love a Pit Bull Terrier