Love, it’s a challenge: The [almost] perfect date

It begins with a look. A look that leads to conversation, no big deal. It's just conversation, you've had great conversation before and you've been disappointed, but deep inside you want to believe that maybe this time it will be different. You share tidbits of your life, hoping you're saying enough, worried you're saying too … Continue reading Love, it’s a challenge: The [almost] perfect date

The Missing Piece

In the home of my childhood I sit in what is now my brother's room.  I look around trying to remember if this was my room as a child.  I don't remember but our oldest sister insists it was.  I lived here and moved away long before his existence was even a thought in our … Continue reading The Missing Piece

31 years late: A life without my Dad

My Dad doesn't say much on a day to day basis. Days go by and all of his spoken words combined equal a paragraph...maybe. He doesn't say much, but he sings. BOY does he sing. He has a love for old, romantic ballads and belts them out with such passion that you barely notice that … Continue reading 31 years late: A life without my Dad

Popeye y Oliva

Popeye y Oliva, that's what he called us, though it's still not clear why.  He wondered outloud, "Que diria la gente cuando los vean caminando juntos?  Dirian que pareja mas curiosa."  ("What do people say when they see you walking together?  They must say what a curious pair.") Me?  I'm not tall and lanky. You? … Continue reading Popeye y Oliva

Parents are people too

Who were my parents before they were my parents?  Who were they before they became a 'they'?  This was the question that came to my mind as I had lunch with my Dad today.  With his age and illnesses it was difficult to watch him struggle to hold a spoon in his hand as he … Continue reading Parents are people too

Cold-hearted

After years of being broken into and suffering through vandalism in the form of lies, half-truths and worse, silence, from various delinquents of the male persuasion, my heart has decided to move. Its former residence, my sleeve, is just no longer a safe environment We considered a gated community but ultimately require more security than … Continue reading Cold-hearted