On this the 18th anniversary of 9/11/01 I wish we could have a national (if not a global) debrief on where we all were and the lessons we learned.
"It's delft," she responds. "Delft? What the hell is delft?" I've never heard of this color. As I drive the cart a little further, I quickly scan my mind looking for the place that has all of the colors in a Crayola 64 pack of crayons. I'm thinking midnight blue, navy blue, sky blue, blue-green, periwinkle and then off to the land of lime green, bubble gum and burnt sienna.
The Cats Are Alright While I knew that cats grieve like their owners, I never knew or realized how bad this grief process could be until I watched Trey for several days after mom's death.
The title "home is the sailor, home from the sea" is from the poem Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson. This was how my mom would greet me whenever I would return home after being away at school. When my parents sold…
I knew immediately what to keep and what to let go of. Other times, when I would open a closet or a drawer or look at a picture, I felt like I was going to throw up right then and there from the combination of sorrow and grief mixed with the intense sadness that went with missing mom.
I don't want to hear it anymore. I've seen post after post about gun rights. Who should own a gun and who shouldn't. Here's the thing: I will never, ever, ever own a gun. Yeah, I know - you've owned…
Are ya going on vacation to New England this summer? Don't forget to park yourself in front of a Lobster Roll!