Grief Is

Grief is like a snowflake? If you want to be poetic about it, okay. If you want to be honest about it, which I am going to be, grief is a demonic fucker that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I buried my father seven years ago today. The morning of the … Continue reading Grief Is

I Think There Are Two Types Of Writers…

“I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they're going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind … Continue reading I Think There Are Two Types Of Writers…

Grey Days

Waking up this morning, you never would have known it was 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday. It's so dark out that even though rain was not predicted, I suspect it is getting close. That's okay, because I like the grey days. A 'grey day' for most people might mean depression, but for me, it tends … Continue reading Grey Days

Seven Years

Seven years can change everything.  I walked out of the house the other day and for the first time, I did not have issues about this moment. It's not about 'coming to terms', but maybe it's about 'coming to a new place'. Maybe it is a sign that my soul has learned how to handle this … Continue reading Seven Years

A Hard Week Ahead

A Hard Week Ahead Seven years ago this week, my father passed away. He bravely battled various forms of cancer for 15 years. Eight years “clear”, cancer resurfaced. It continued to be a battle on and off for the remainder of his life, which ended at age 63. Way too young. From year-to-year, I have … Continue reading A Hard Week Ahead