Thankful I wasn’t a Pilgrim
Of course, they called themselves “Saints,” not Pilgrims, but as it is Thanksgiving (and a snowy white one at that),...
Perfection and agony
First, perfection. You cannot believe how perfect The Underground Garage channel on Sirius satellite radio is. Produced by Little Steven...
Whizzing electrons
It’s not all death and chocolate chip cookies around here (though it’s plenty of that) — there is also computer...
At my funeral
Instructions for my immediate afterlife:Donate my organs. Donate my body. Cremate me. You may not have an open casket, you...
Breaking hearts
So, with the distance of nearly a week, I can start to catch my breath and deal with it all....
Broken hearts
This week I had to break my little girls’ hearts and tell them that their grandmother died. She was the...
Too sad to write about
A death in the family. Not ready to write about it. Need to get the girls and the family through...
A form of torture
Listening to oldies radio today, I was hit by two songs that I hoped never to hear again: “The Night...