3 Words. 2 Eulogies. 1 Voice. 

3 Words. 2 Eulogies. 1 Voice. 

One year ago, January of 2016, the words in my heart and head were: Live, Breathe, Alive.  I wasn’t sure the “how” for reaching, but my inner Me was speaking.  In 2016 I gave 2 eulogies in a 4-month period of time for the grandmothers in my life- one...

A Recycled Gift of Love.

Visiting my 89 year old grandmother last year, I opened her farmhouse kitchen cabinet and was delighted to find the old set of “Grandma” and “Grandpa” mugs my sister and I had given them 30 years ago. Faithful, cherished and well-worn, they...

My Sweet Jean. Holding on. 

I’m holding on more than letting go. I still keep Jean’s phone number in my phone contacts and favorite list. A number that hasn’t changed. A love that hasn’t changed. I can’t bring myself to remove her as a contact or fave-a place she...

My Sweet Jean. Wrapped Around Me.

I am reminded of a quote I read years ago about the art of life “being in the balance of holding on and letting go.” When Jean passed I boxed up her remaining room items to be donated. One item I wanted was a plaid afghan throw, yarn woven with soft colors...

Finding A Little Girl in Cuba

Yesterday I posted about meeting a little girl in Cuba. Today I want to share how I found her. A day after meeting this little girl in Cuba (one year ago), I was still thinking about her.  Having dinner the prior evening with Santana, a local taxi driver we met and...

Now Showing – Signs of Life

Now Showing – Signs of Life I had a real sense of accomplishment last month, September 10, 2016 to be exact. A creative project I’ve been working on for 6 months, little by little, an idea that came to fruition. My adopted grandmother Jean, who passed away...