life

Yesterday we celebrated the life and love of my husband’s dad, here with his bride in 1961. They celebrated 50 years of marriage last month, and on Monday, he went to meet his Creator. And in his passing from the land of the dying to the land of the living, we...

how death brings us to life

Folding the clothes is a gift today — this blessed act of normal, the sweet scent of detergent. I didn’t even complain when I put them away, typically the part where I dream of having a robot who can do it for me. But today, I have savored the cotton,...

how to see the future

In the middle of his alcoholic days, my dad didn’t go to church with us unless it was a holiday or special occasion. So when my mom, sister and I would leave, this is how he would spend his Sunday mornings. When they leave for church, I open a beer, read the...