The Joy of Reconnecting
My footsteps were a complex mix of bouncy and hesitant as I entered the room. I was about to see my early childhood bestie for the first time in 40+ years. Part of me...
Category: remembering
A Storied Life
With a glint in her eye and a giggle in her voice, my 93-year-old Mom began: “Well, when I was four or five years old, we lived in Cynthiana. I walked into our garage,...
Until Further Notice
Dear Self, I am writing this during the second week of “social distancing;” an attempt to help our world get a bit of control over the Covid-19 virus. It is imperative that we all...
Strength in the Struggle
I had lunch last week with four very special ladies. Altogether their years on this earth equaled 371. It was a sad occasion that brought us all together; one of their dear friends had...
Reinventing Traditions
When our youngest son and his fiancé (now wife) began planning their wedding this past year, they decided to take a long, hard look at each aspect of both ceremony and reception. Their idea...
The Past, the Present, and a Beautiful Evening
Looking around the room, my heart was overwhelmingly full. These were people who understood what it meant to grow up in a small town in the 60s and 70s. Folks who had shared experiences...
Does Anyone Have a Tissue Handy?
I flipped the calendar to September; it seemed innocent enough. Every year my sister makes an awesome calendar for the whole family, including fun photos of the prior year throughout the pages. Each birthday...
Taming the Melancholy Flood
The scene was adorable: three neighborhood boys walking down our street after a hard rain with their fishing poles. They were heading to the creek, and would undoubtedly catch a few minnows or other...
Father’s Day Without Dad
Last Father’s Day was my first without my Dad being here on this earth to share it with. I was incredibly blessed to have a father who was truly an integral part of my...
It Makes Total Scents
It happens when I least expect it. A certain waft of fragrance brushes against my nostrils and I am immediately transported to another time and place; bringing to mind whatever past experience is associated...
