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I Can See Forever From Where I Sit
Step On a Crack:Another year, another circle. This year I will attend the Ash Wednesday service with my son and over 1000 boys in the gym of his Jesuit high school. The circle rounds and change is the...
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The Beginning of the Road Home to Her
I am playing an awful lot of Solitaire, Freecell to be exact. I am playing word games and noticing my cat as he goes about his day I am trying to understand the woman who was my mother. She was a...
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I Am Holding To the Old Ways in Our Family
Lent is at the end for this year. I spent it Not Thinking about my mother. In the Buddhist sense. I sat with my mother in my mind and in my heart. I watched my life during these days past with my...
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“I Should Like Them More” * Thank you Mel
My Mel understands. She is my Warrior Woman, My Tribal Queen. Mel nails something here: Some of us don’t need many. Some of us are better off with Few, Tight and Space. It doesn’t make us less or...
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Grief is a beast and Resentment its worst bedfellow
Two years ago November 30th, my Mother left this world. I held my heart still and quiet as the days approached, wanting to be present, to remember whatever it was that would come to mind. I am trying...
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Our kids need our help. ALL of our kids need our help
Our kids need our help. Our nation is in trouble. Grief of this kind is not tenable. LITTLETON, Colo. (AP) — A suburban Denver high school student who was shot in the head by a classmate died Saturday...
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The Monkey Always Wins
Word came hard today. A friend was found dead. A murder investigation is underway. She was of some other world: wild, free and without filters. She was a good woman With a monkey, or a dozen, on her...
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Welcome National Poetry Month 2014!
Words have Power. They ease our pain, our grief and our sense of loss and loneliness. Words have Power. They give us courage, and strength and a new way to reach out into our lives. Words have Power....
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The Hard Truth and Those that Tell It
I love Poetry. I love Poetry Month. I also have a story to tell and this blog has been both canvas and therapy. I stopped. I stopped telling the story of my mother’s life and her death and her...
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“How Poetry Can Help People with Dementia”
My mother’s road through Wernicke-Korsakoff, alcoholics dementia, was a long and tangled one. I cared for her for years. As the dementia took over it became harder and harder for me to hold it all...
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