Back in the day when I was an evangelical Christian (yes, really), I spoke a lot about unconditional love. I believed that I acted inside that love. I believed that I understood what unconditional love really was. The truth is, I was clueless. It took a lot of changes in my life to realize that.
All around me people are planning weddings. I must know at least twelve couples getting married this year. I’m happy for them, if that is what they truly want in their lives. Love is, after all, a wondrous thing. For myself, however, I can love freely without needing to be defined as a half of
On September 13, 1968, in a Florida navy hospital I found my way into the world. Fifty years, which seems hard to believe, but here we are. I’ve lived an amazing life, or at least that’s the way I see it, and hopefully, I’ve learned a few things along the way. On my approach to
Today began with dropping my favorite coffee mug (well, one of them, in this case the one I keep in the office) on the floor in the office kitchen and smashing it into about five pieces. Smashing, no? I shook it off and got some coffee started and set out to dig through my email.
My first experience with death came when I was fifteen years old. In the space of less than seven days, my father’s mother died and a childhood friend died. Grandma’s passing wasn’t a big shock, but finding out about Dennis that Monday morning at school was like a punch to my gut. The shock of
It’s amazing how time flies by and suddenly you realize you haven’t posted to your blog in weeks. After my stepfather’s passing, there was pride and in between and since has been the never ending parade of tasks involved in helping my mother move on. She moved in with my brother and his family yesterday.
I’ve always dreamed of getting to watch the sunrise over Stonehenge on the Solstice. While I’ve seen Stonehenge, it was closer to the Winter Solstice than the summer version. I’ll admit, summer isn’t my favorite season. The heat and the sun don’t treat my worn out old body kindly. But I do enjoy the sunsets
I know it’s cliche to say something about how fast the year is moving, but seriously, how is it June? Granted I lost a few weeks there with dealing with my step-father’s death and the chaos that surrounds an unexpected end, but still! For me, June is a crazy busy month. The kind that makes
My stepfather died on Friday at a few minutes after 2pm, more than two hours after we pulled the life support. When I first met Robert Flory twenty-one years ago, I was not his biggest fan, I’ll admit. I thought he wasn’t good enough for my mother, I thought he was a gruff old man,
