Sitting at my desk on a very hectic Monday, fast and furiously typing emails, my cell phone lights up and a text appears from a girlfriend, You’ve been pretty quiet this weekend are you OK? Still typing, I smile realizing that she is referring to my social media inactivity, happy that someone is checking on... Continue Reading →
Opie remembers . . .
A Midwest summer afternoon, the weather report promises a day hotter than yesterday and a good dose of humidity; I happily trade the breezes of southern California beaches for any time spent with my mom’s family, my family in Wisconsin. The garage wide open, decorated with photographs, and crepe paper streamers, my sister Susy and... Continue Reading →
Getting unstuck . . .
Being a bit of a neatnik, I am bothered by stacks of anything, laundry, newspaper, dishes. Even the neatest and most organized stacks eventually get on my nerves. These piles are just the last stop before finding a place in a drawer, a closest, the garage, a new home, or in some cases, the garbage.... Continue Reading →
On the right track . . .
Rushing into the train my sister leads the way climbing the stairs to the dining car. Six of us quickly spread out, laying purses and backpacks on the seats to save places for friends who will be joining us as we travel south to Del Mar. Behaving like teenagers, we glance at one another, sending... Continue Reading →
Family ties . . .
My mom and I sit on her living room sofa. My son lay on a rug near our feet, first on his side and then rolling onto his back. He looks up at the ceiling with tears in his eyes, his voice cracks as he asks, When will my dad live in our house again?... Continue Reading →
Loving within the lines . . .
I am in avoidance mode. I need to write, but am feeling reluctant, unsure as I ponder topics. This typically happens when there is something percolating deep in my noggin and my heart isn’t ready to visit that truth. I have cleaned toilets, vacuumed, laundered, fluffed and folded, even hung a painting my sister gave... Continue Reading →
Lighter and brighter . . .
I enter her home without knocking. Guests have already arrived, mingling, nibbling and drinking. Rachel greets me with a kiss as she always does, followed by Kelsey hugging me, kissing me and laughing. Making my way through the living room, I say hello, kiss familiar faces and introduce myself to new friends. I leave a... Continue Reading →
All they need . . .
Dump trucks, trash trucks, and excavation equipment lay in the dirt just outside the patio where he last played. There is no mistaking Luca’s house, a little boy lives here. I make my way into the patio where an abundance of trucks and toys are lined up, waiting for their next adventure at the hands... Continue Reading →
