Today is Father's Day I wish my husband Happy Father's Day, proud of the men I am so thankful for, that he helped our sons become. I wish my oldest son Happy Father's Day, proud of the father he is to his own sons who will one day be Fathers in their own right. I wish … Continue reading A Day For Fathers
Okay. So, I know it's been a day or two since my last post 😉 and I wasn't actually planning a post today 'cuz it's crazy busy for us right now, but...who the hell could resist? Not I. You all know how much I like a good 'saga' 😂 😭 😓 Especially about cars. Or moving. Or houses. Or … Continue reading Should We Stay or Should We Go🎶🎶🎶
Last post was a week until... This post is a week gone since... In the blink of an eye it's over * Last post I showed you where... This post I'm showing you why... In the click of a button it's forever * 1.) Human Fun & Games (Hover over photo or click on it … Continue reading In the blink of an eye…
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You hope and pray you'll do it well - But only God and time will tell their first breath - that moment when your life begins all over again completely blind and ignorant of what lay in store - except the love such love not imagined - all encompassing one day you're you - now they're the thing … Continue reading Mother and Child Reunion…
I'll go out on a limb here and say for most of us, being a parent is, quite literally, the hardest job we've ever had or ever will. And, at the same time, it's the richest, most fulfilling, most rewarding contribution to our own lives and always will be. One of the most surprising aspects … Continue reading Mommy Dearest
The five stages of grief 1. Denial 2. Anger 3. Bargaining 4. Depression 5. Acceptance 1 There has been no denial... ...there was no doubt death was coming 2 There has been anger... ...but it's an exhausting emotion 3 There was a little bargaining... ...too close to self-blaming to be tolerated for long 4 There … Continue reading yabba-D.A.B.D.A.-doo the numbers
The service is done The tears shed Ashes placed His final bed Pride in my family Not the least of which, Mom Who honored my father With dignified Calm Standing Room Only His life well represented Laughter the keystone Not a life being lamented Notes to be written Soups to be made We dreaded the … Continue reading The Epilogue
As you know, Superman passed away Sunday, February 15. I am re-posting what I wrote for him back in July because, though I thought I understood the emotions of what was looming...I couldn't have known how I'd feel at this moment. But, this comes as close to my feelings now as anything I've ever written … Continue reading The Eye of the Human Storm – Repost
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting … Continue reading Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Yes, I confess. By the time I was 3, I was hooked on the ol' brew. (And, apparently, I passed that on to my eldest. Though, I preferred a bottle) Observez Vous... Actually, I was more hooked on Dad...I was his toddlin' sidekick in mighty whitey tights! Anything he did, I wanted to do. Anywhere … Continue reading I Was a Toddler-age Tosspot
(Yes, you have to sing it!) On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me A bill that was way oh-ver due On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me Two fucking chances To eh-splain why the bill was oh-ver due On the third day of Christmas my … Continue reading 12 Days of Christmas (2 days late)
Today's forecast Pain with a chance of happiness Life It hurts Our first breath Born in and out of Pain Our last breath Born in and out of the fear of Death Beginning to end The human struggle to keep moving Beyond the current pain so we may Endure the next To begin again The … Continue reading The Eye of the Human Storm
today she wakes and looks in the mirror again she notices first that she is not alone there, in the reflected layers of her life a reunion of all who have walked with her loved with her laughed and cried with her survived with her leaving pieces of their own hearts, like beacons along the … Continue reading Part II – Opening a Window
Spending your oldest child's 30th birthday alone (if you don't count wine and Adele) is NOT a good idea. Geesh! Then again...it can be quite a ride on the Mommy Memory Train Happy 30th son...it's been quite a ride so far.
And so it begins The Season Visitors Week Long Visitors Mother-In-Law plus 1 Visitors Oh Goody 32 years as a Daughter-In-Law 10 years of hoping (I'd disappear?) Almost...(Once) But not quite Another 21 of tolerating me 1 year of resignation What next? Will I finally pass muster? This week may tell I leave you with this... Just kidding … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season
Is it the green of the grass or the warmth of the sun? The freedom he feels when he can just run? Or the sounds of his family, the music of laughter that tickles his fancy? Is that what he's after? The joy he exudes when brothers play ball Tears and then laughter when one … Continue reading The Cowboy Way
I've given him space; allowed for hours of R(elaxing) and R(eclining) So, I thought I'd ask an itsy bitsy favor... (Me having a broken leg and all) He seemed willing enough... He did a good job without complaint... Put it right where I wanted it... He then returned to R(ecline) & R(elax)... Having done such a fine … Continue reading Honey, I hate to bug you…
By dinner time tomorrow, our soggy, box-full, furniture-empty, house will feel like home despite it all. He leaves the deep freeze on the shores of the Arctic Ocean tonight and will arrive on the unusually frozen southern shores of the Atlantic tomorrow. Knowing he had not planned on bringing his arctic gear, an emergency phone … Continue reading One Day
While the recent trauma-drama had not yet completely 'drained' from my brain, it had, at least, 'trickled' to a minor, albeit steady, unresolved, 'drip'. Something akin to Chinese water torture. However, that said, I was surprised that I was surprised when I found myself, yet again, 'wading through a 'puddle of shit' left behind by another supposed professional's incompetence! This time, a new … Continue reading Ebb and Flow?