Category Archives: Life

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Happy Father’s Day, Dad

Dad, This is the second Father’s Day since you died (yes, I have to write it — it still doesn’t seem real). I miss being with you. I think of you every day. Every day I am reminded of the

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Happy Father’s Day, Dad

Dad, This is the second Father’s Day since you died (yes, I have to write it — it still doesn’t seem real). I miss being with you. I think of you every day. Every day I am reminded of the

Miracles and Memories

Tonight is the last night of (C)Han(n)uk(k)a(h). As I will on every final night of this holiday from now on, I lit 10 candles. The 10th candle marks the anniversary of my father’s death. A whole year has passed since

Miracles and Memories

Tonight is the last night of (C)Han(n)uk(k)a(h). As I will on every final night of this holiday from now on, I lit 10 candles. The 10th candle marks the anniversary of my father’s death. A whole year has passed since

Stadleman's apple box
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Apple Boxes

It’s just an apple box — one of many currently piled in our overflowing garage. This one is empty, so it should be easy to get rid of: just toss it in the recycling pile and move on to the

Stadleman's apple box
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Apple Boxes

It’s just an apple box — one of many currently piled in our overflowing garage. This one is empty, so it should be easy to get rid of: just toss it in the recycling pile and move on to the

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Grief

My father would have turned 93 today. I miss him. In fact, I miss him more now than I did when he died — nearly 9 months ago. Back then, grief was tempered by the gratitude that he was granted

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Grief

My father would have turned 93 today. I miss him. In fact, I miss him more now than I did when he died — nearly 9 months ago. Back then, grief was tempered by the gratitude that he was granted

Tree of Life Key by Barbara Bixby

I’m always drawn to keys and have collected skeleton keys most of my life. Battered, rusty ones; shiny, tiny silver ones; heavy, tarnished brass ones. I just like them. I like the elongated form and I like the function. Keys

Tree of Life Key by Barbara Bixby

I’m always drawn to keys and have collected skeleton keys most of my life. Battered, rusty ones; shiny, tiny silver ones; heavy, tarnished brass ones. I just like them. I like the elongated form and I like the function. Keys

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Headstones

Today my mother, sisters, and I managed to commit to a headstone for our father/husband. This deceptively simple declaration in no way hints at the angst, acrimony, long discussions, and many iterations that went into the decision. A few numbers:

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Headstones

Today my mother, sisters, and I managed to commit to a headstone for our father/husband. This deceptively simple declaration in no way hints at the angst, acrimony, long discussions, and many iterations that went into the decision. A few numbers:

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Do I Hafta Make a Bucket List?

Bucket lists are just “to do” lists with delusions of grandeur. I have to ask myself: Why make a bucket list? Do we really need them? Somehow, making bucket lists is beginning to seem to me like a Hallmark(TM) holiday.

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Do I Hafta Make a Bucket List?

Bucket lists are just “to do” lists with delusions of grandeur. I have to ask myself: Why make a bucket list? Do we really need them? Somehow, making bucket lists is beginning to seem to me like a Hallmark(TM) holiday.