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…
Category: Human Archives
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…
Wonder
Every year when spring finally comes, I reacquaint myself with the bees that have been missing from the landscape during the long winter months. I am continually humbled and amazed by these tiny creatures buzzing tirelessly from flower to flower collecting…
Dad’s Faulkners
My father’s collection of Faulkner books was one of the first things I moved into my new apartment. I moved the small box over by hand and placed it carefully on an empty shelf. My BA in literature was non-conventional and…
Heart Vibrations
I remember the first time I saw a penguin. We were on a cruise through ice fjords surrounding Tierra del Fuego in Patagonia. Seeing penguins was highly probable at this time of the year, but nothing was guaranteed. On the first…