{The Black Dog is Chasing Me}

I struggle with periodic depression.  I’ve written a lot about it here on the blog.  See above link for more.  This, this is today. I feel myself withdrawing.  I am slowly closing in on myself, retreating … Avoiding the very thing that heals, I do the thing that I most hate:  run. I cannot stop….

All’s Well That Ends Well.

As much as I would like to take it back, I wrote what I did the other day about my family of origin because it was true.  That won’t make it less real.  But, that said, my father is dead and gone and he left us to sort out our lives without him.  That is what I am…

Aging, Legacies and more Time with our Family

I often wonder if I am too hard on the memory of my father.  As the years go by the memories fade good and bad ones.   A couple of things happened this weekend that made me think of my father.  He died in his early sixties.  He should have had another thirty years. 92-year old…