The Trauma of Everyday Life

I didn't know it at the time, but the last time I blogged (December 30, 2017) turned out to be the last day of my mother's life. She was only 52 years old. The same age my father was when he passed away a little over two years ago. Strange, huh? They say that death … Continue reading The Trauma of Everyday Life

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Strange Fruit

Sometimes I feel like an unmarked seed planted in a garden. Each day I curiously and compassionately tend to my life's needs to keep myself growing, hoping I last long enough to find out what type of strange fruit my life will produce before I become worm food. Until then, I'll just enjoy the process. … Continue reading Strange Fruit

Meant to Be

I don't really read magazines, and I can't quite remember what brought me to the magazine rack at our local Wal-Mart the day I met Sarah (name changed to protect privacy). I suspect we were both just being where we needed to be, even if we didn't know it at the time. The last thing … Continue reading Meant to Be

Caterpillars Don’t Know What They’re Doing (And Neither Do I)

Picture books may not be considered sophisticated reading, but you'll never find a more honest examination of humanity in thirty-two pages or less. I'm convinced the world would need fewer self-help books, if we spent more time reading children's books. I think I've read The Very Hungry Caterpillar, by Eric Carle, at least 100 times. … Continue reading Caterpillars Don’t Know What They’re Doing (And Neither Do I)