Posts Tagged: family

/ Life

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

/ Life

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

Stadleman's apple box
/ Life

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
/ Life

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

/ Life

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

/ Life

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

White Beach Rock

An egg rock. Cool and white, worn smooth by the Pacific Ocean. It’s the prize on a beach filled with rocks in shades of black, gray, red, and brown. I like the black ones, too: a little rough (not much

White Beach Rock

An egg rock. Cool and white, worn smooth by the Pacific Ocean. It’s the prize on a beach filled with rocks in shades of black, gray, red, and brown. I like the black ones, too: a little rough (not much

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

Grandpa in My Computer

On the first day of Passover I open my email to find a gift from my cousin Dianne, an mp3 file. The recording is of a family Seder from 1957. I click the link, and from within the computer I

Grandpa in My Computer

On the first day of Passover I open my email to find a gift from my cousin Dianne, an mp3 file. The recording is of a family Seder from 1957. I click the link, and from within the computer I