Pain is relative. And when you figure that out, you realize there will always be people with more reasons to hurt than you, and less than you. Accepting that your pain is real, and in the whole scheme of things there are many others worse off, can help you begin to heal from the abuse... Continue Reading →
“You are here. It’s like this now.”
I never saw myself as someone who would live in the past. Old people did that in the nursing home. Or after their spouse died. But not me, a young 30-40-50 something! I was excited about my future, moved forward with anticipation and reached for the brass ring whenever the carousel completed its revolution. Now... Continue Reading →
Death at home
No one will remember him after me. My father, Norm. He wasn’t famous, or for that matter consequential. He didn’t do anything heroic, solve any mystery or change the world. His name is found in the records but his story won’t be told, unless by me. I’ll do the best I can. Where do you... Continue Reading →