Even in the midst of grieving my Dad’s death this Thanksgiving Week, I wanted to tell you what I am thankful for this year. Because even in the midst of our family’s loss, there is one thing that I know we all agree on that we are thankful for this Thanksgiving. But since I’m blogging, […]
My Dad and I are standing thirty yards from each other, perfectly still and quiet, on the side of a hill, in a small grove of trees. We are looking intently at each other. But we are not really looking at each other at all. It’s a cold winter day in early 1997. Dad and […]
Friends, My Father passed away about 1 pm this afternoon, here at home. His condition had been deteriorating quickly. But this really caught us all off guard in terms of speed. However, we are all in agreement that this is a blessing. He was not in pain. And he was enough of a control freak […]
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about breath. Those of you who know what’s been going on with my Dad will know why. For those of you who haven’t heard, my Father has pulmonary fibrosis, an incurable disease that slowly robs you of the ability to breathe. I posted on FB about it a few […]
(Friends: Today, I’m adding some original FB posts to my blog…posts I’ve made about my Dad in recent months…so that they are captured for posterity here…apologies for all these coming through your feed today….but thanks for understanding the need to keep the history…EF) If I ask you all to read this post, and do nothing […]
The very first game most babies play is “Peek-A-Boo.” Even before they can walk —when they can do little more than see a foot or two ahead— babies play this game for hours. Peek-A-Boo is all about going away and coming back. For a moment, a baby’s eyes are covered; and, for them, since they […]
I can’t speak to Pete Rose fairly. I suppose I will ask that anyone who feels like they can refrain from doing so here. I know what you’ll say. I don’t need to hear it. You see, Rose was my first and all-time greatest sports hero. To say I worshiped the guy doesn’t come close. […]
Ok. I wrote about this months ago, but nothing has changed so I’m writing about it again. This design, of this new exit to the dog park onto the White Rock Lake Trail, is an absolute disaster waiting to happen. Let me tell you exactly what is going to happen. A cyclist is going to […]
It’s Thanksgiving morning, and I thought I’d jot off a few thoughts for the day. The Judge is busy cooking. The Divine Miss M is watching the parade on TV. Daisy is freaking out. It must be it’s own special hell to be a dog with Thanksgiving cooking going on all around you. Unlike many […]
You must be logged in to post a comment.