Last year about this time I was moving into my new place. [Read about it here.] By the end of the weekend, my arm throbbing with pain, I was ready for a break. My mother and I headed down to…
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Blind Faith
As a small child I always dreamed of one day having “hawk” vision, razor sharp up close and able to see details from a far distance. From a young age I had “coke” bottle lenses, the kind that were so…
Release
I’ve been playing music for over 30 years. One of the things I love best about music is creating something each time I play my instrument. A couple summers ago I participated in a weekly event called Classical Social. Musicians showed up at…
Transforming Our Stuff
When my father died going through his personal affairs was a huge process. Not only was there a lot of stuff, but it all reminded me of him. I often felt cranky and upset. We packed up some of his favorite…
The Baby’s Cry
I dreaded returning to my childhood home for visits the year following my father’s death. During my daily life I could manage to float through each day in a bereavement fog, enveloped in my grief, but without any major triggers. A trip home…