When I sat down to write this blog post, I logged faithfully onto the Internet. Now I’ve dialed up Pandora Radio, and I’m listening to
When I sat down to write this blog post, I logged faithfully onto the Internet. Now I’ve dialed up Pandora Radio, and I’m listening to
“Because without the mess, without the responsibility, what is love really? A catalogue of nostalgic kindnesses? A shallow glow of belonging? While a gentle regard might endear one person to another, I doubt its power to sustain them. Love is too expansive for ego’s boundaries. It crashes through comfort, feeding on the trust of everything that has come before. It holds the present like a gift. It reaches, slowly, for what might be.” ~ Laura Jean Moore
The word “change” brings my father to mind, because in the past few months he’s sea-changed from an elderly but still recognizable version of himself
Life is change. Surely you’ve heard that before, and probably more than once. Probably, you’ve heard it so many times, it has ceased to mean
In numerology, the number 7 is the seeker, the theorist, the searcher of Truth. The 7 doesn’t take anything at face value – it brooks
Those left in my family since the loss of my daughter, Valerie, crowded around the lit tree, except for me. I sat in the background.