I just got back from spending a longish weekend with my sister, brother-in-law and niece. Since they live about 400 miles away from me, and are pretty rural, flying is not a good option. That meant a lot of traveling time. It’s about an eight hour drive each way, but I don’t usually mind too […]
When Mom Read My Book
June 5, 2012 by 2 Comments
Today is my mother’s 83rd birthday. It occurred to me recently that I don’t talk about my mother much here on the blog. If I’m talking about a parent, it tends to be my father. That might be because I’m in the throes of things with my mother, but I have the benefit of distance […]
Time Well Spent
May 29, 2012 by 6 Comments
I’ve been thinking a lot about my father lately. That’s partly because he would have turned 80 on May 4th. And it’s partly because of Memorial Day. And it’s also because I’m still learning things about him I didn’t know before. I didn’t always have the best relationship with Daddy – the fault for that […]
Goals, Dreams, and Remembering My Father
January 19, 2012 by 6 Comments
I was thinking about my father as I drove into work today, and it made me feel kind of melancholy. We’re coming up on the third anniversary of his death, so he’s been in my thoughts more than normal, I guess. The reason I was feeling melancholy was not because he died. He’d suffered for […]
A Place Of One’s Own
September 29, 2011 by 2 Comments
I’ve been thinking about Place a lot – place in the physical sense. But place in the physical sense translates to place in the spiritual sense, I think. I moved away from the town where I grew up about twenty-five years ago. My mother, on the other hand, has never lived anywhere else. She’s […]
For My Father On Father’s Day
June 19, 2011 by 4 Comments
I’ve been writing fiction for years, with various degrees of serious intent. Sometimes I thought I wanted to become a published author. Sometimes I thought it was just too bloody much work. I was having something of a crisis of faith about 2 1/2 years ago. I was working on a romance manuscript that never seemed to be finished. […]
