{rough thoughts on love and mortality in the middle years}

I have no business writing when I need to be packing, preparing, paying bills, picking up prescriptions, cleaning house, and washing laundry, readying myself and the family for me to leave town.  These are very drafty thoughts on aging parents, ailing friends, launching teenagers, and being human.     Love and Mortality in the Middle Years Our…

{Blue Devils}

I live in a place of morbidity, where death hangs round, a constant companion.  When you have lost a parent you are constantly aware. Each moment, even pointless ones, are fraught with weighty meaning because there may be no more. And yet there has been so much pain, roads traveled, days endured the blue devils of hell traversed together….

MOTHER [a poem about a parent aging]

Something shifted in the cosmos today as I became a giver, her One. The one who thinks like a pastor, fondly listening inside to her heart which is lonely. The one who touches like a nurse, open to the clues, simple hints about pain. The one who creates food to share, serving the body and…

In the Space of Days I Grew Up

In the space of days I grew up.  Not wise in years or experience, but still inevitably I became an adult this week.   I am not ready for this next stage of life but then, that’s how life works doesn’t it?  Was it John Lennon who quipped that “Life happens while we are making…

Growing Old is so Uncool!

Over the last five years my life story has been full of tension and some might say tragedy.  The process has been grueling and traumatic.  My parents have made a problematic imprint on my life.  I am working toward the days when I can celebrate again the good people that they are, but I must…