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  “The presence of pain is not the absence of love.”  William Paul Young Trying to comfort someone in the face of a great loss, I could only cry with her. Wanting to speak kindly as I left I could only say, “Just keep crying.” You know why? Because there is nothing else that can be done. He can’t be brought back. The house will never be the same again. The home will never be the same. The bed will never be the same. All the thousands of details of sharing her life with her spouse… Gone. The love he...



God, I hate it when I fuck up. I am a reformed perfectionist and have spent much soul-searching time to accept my threads of good and bad qualities. Yet, I still feel like Jane Eyre when I bollix it up. “Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt? May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine.  May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonized as in that hour left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you...


Gift of Love

I figured it out. The Christmas, the holidays. Some Ancient Mother missed her grown children and set the whole thing up. My three boys were with me at Gramma’s and engaged with the family, all day long! We had time together for some interesting conversations. Of course I see them every day at home but they have school and jobs and friends to keep them occupied. I’ve got the youngest to guide and plenty of other work to do as well. Anyway, one of my sons may have re-gifted something he had received a few hours earlier from his brother. This...