It happened often. Not daily, by any means. Not even monthly, I’m sure. But it happened enough that I remember it. I don’t remember each time it happened, of course, but I’m quite certain I recall the very first time it happened. I must have been a pre-teen or perhaps in my early teens. I’m...
A journal entry from last year, on the eve of the new year: There are challenges ahead that I don’t yet know. Challenges that, for today, I do not feel equipped. This year will present opportunities, hardships, moments of joy, and I’m sure, moments of sadness. Next year, I will look back at 2019 and...
A text message this weekend: How’s your healing? The message, from a friend with whom my path crossed during a short stay in Minnesota a lifetime ago, is like many I’ve received recently. Friends and family checking in to see how I’m healing (great!), how I’m navigating crutches (old hat!), and if I’ve lost my...
One week post surgery. What does one do after surgery on the hip, you might wonder. Well, let me just tell you. To date, I’ve spent approximately, 70 hours in a little machine that moves my leg up and down, up and down, and then up and down again. Multiply by ten thousand. Then, time...
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Simply beautiful, Summer!
Thank you, Deb!
sweetest, best post about your best Dad and – now – good friend. xoxo!
Thank you, Miss. So much love to you!!