But, I Don’t Dance Like you Dance

How was I the last to know? I must have been so engulfed in the sleepless nights of a two month old that I missed the memorial Facebook posts and mournful tributes to your life. There were thousands of miles and year’s worth of living between us, but after hearing of your passing almost a…

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Christmas — Filled with Fortune, Fraught with Guilt

🎶”It’s Christmas time.”🎵 The first line of a Christmas classic by charity music group ‘Band Aid 30’ rings through the car speakers. I fight the urge to change the station even though I know that dreaded verse is coming… “And the Christmas bells that ring there, are the clanging chimes of doom. Well tonight thank…

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The Hole in my Heart Where Home Used to Be

— *at home 1 : relaxed and comfortable : at ease This morning, Facebook reminded me that exactly one year ago was the last time I set foot in the house I considered home for nearly 30 years. Two years after my parents put it on the market, the sign on the lawn now read…

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A letter to Grandpa, in Heaven

Originally written in Cocoa Florida, April, 2012 A rainy day in a place where you spent so much of your life seems like a good day for reflection. One of my deepest sorrows in life is not having gotten to know you longer—to have shared more of my life with you. All I really have…

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