The Myth of Letting Go/Moving On

Dearest Reader: As I post this, I am at a Writers Retreat in Oregon, combined with a trip to visit my son and his family.  On November 5th, I wrote in my journal… And now today is the nineteenth anniversary of my brother’s last trip into his beloved Montana mountains. Thirty-two hours later he was…

“Then he isn’t safe?” Lucy said . . .

Dearest Reader, A few days ago I found this old piece of writing in my computer, dated January 6, 2009. And I remembered the struggle – the hard place I was in. The day’s dreariness matched my thoughts as I walked around Outer Perimeter Drive at Chicago Botanical Gardens that day. Moments later I wrote…

The Aftermath of Five Frenzied Weeks Part two

Dear Reader – In my last post, I left you with our “old” house empty and boxes everywhere in the “new” place,” having returned from a week in Wisconsin with family. I promised to tell you about the aftermath of the five frenzied weeks we moved from our home of forty-three years. (Read about it…

Dear Beautifully-Broken Bit of Beach Glass

(You may listen to me read this post as you follow along if you’d like) I see you there, tossed on the beach along with the stones battered by waves after the breaking Such exquisite beauty before the scattering tossing brokenness I see you searching knowing the beauty of scattered pieces finding each other again…

Dear Little Growing-out-of-the-Rock Tree: Good and Scary, Yesterday and Forever Ago, and the Beautiful Difference

Dearest Readers:  This post was published earlier but MailChimp decided to make some changes and you never received notice of its publication. I’m in business again because of my son, Todd, who is for the time being anyway, my favorite son. Don’t tell the others. If you know Todd and want to see what he…

Nails, A Tin Can, and Florence

Dearest Readers, I’m changing up the pace a bit with another childhood story for my grandchildren.  You know, how some things become part of the conversation whenever you meet up with someone years later? That’s how it is when I get the rare chance to see Bobby, Wayne, or Janet. We tell the story and…

Dear Tiny Little Growing-Out-Of-The-Rock Tree: When it’s Hard, Resiliance and Weeping Willow Trees

Dear Reader, Perhaps you have read my recent blog post entitled, “Dear Person who sits under the Weeping Willow Tree.” If not, Click HERE. She and I both are finding the lake to be full of life lessons. You are invited to join us on this discovery. (You can read the beginning of the series…