January 2, 2021
Due to the haphazard nature of my reading this year, I’m writing a haphazard End Of Year Book Review as well. It’s gonna be short. It won’t include everything I read. And, much like 2020 itself, it might leave you thinking Really? Is that it? by the time it’s done.
September 26, 2020
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.”
August 21, 2020
Aggressive brain cancer is no walk in the park. Well, it’s currently 114 degrees here in Arizona, which means even a walk in the park isn’t exactly a walk in the park, so to speak…Never mind. Aggressive brain cancer is the worst.
August 4, 2020
I wrote this (but hadn’t posted it yet) just a couple days before everything started with my dad, and then I forgot all about it. But this morning Todd took Kiefer to a third-party facility to *finally!* get his driver’s permit, so it seems like the right time. No sweet stories of pain and hope here, just a tale of website woe.
July 30, 2020
The other night my mom put on the Bee Gees and sang along while she cleaned up dinner in the kitchen. My dad sat nearby in his wheelchair. He was a little low and a little sleepy, but he watched my mom, and I watched him watching her, and it was so tender I had […]
July 18, 2020
Sometimes, when the kids are chattering away with each other about silly nonsense, I look over at Dad, and he’s smiling as he watches them. Sometimes I see my mom bend over to give him a kiss, and he smiles up at her, full of affection.
June 29, 2020
If you’d asked me a month ago what a glioblastoma is, I’d have shrugged. A month ago, I had literally no idea that such a thing even existed. But several weeks ago, my dad suffered a series of sudden and alarming seizures that led to not one but two emergency brain surgeries, and now he […]
May 21, 2020
I’m a non-sentimental pseudo-minimalist*, so getting rid of things usually feels great, even liberating. It usually brings me joy, Marie Kondo-style.
May 14, 2020
The mountains are breathtaking and more than a little overwhelming at times, and yet there’s a quietness in the mountains too, a sort of otherworldly separateness in the high clear air, that resets the worried pace of my soul.
May 6, 2020
Murder hornets. MURDER. HORNETS. That’s 2020’s newest nightmare, and the thing I can’t get over is that someone named them “murder hornets” and the name “murder hornets” stuck. I know I should be concerned about the murder hornets, but I think maybe I’ve reached my concern threshold for the year because every time I read […]