What I am saying is that yearning for what once was is silly. One: you can’t go back. Two: the back that you remember never existed as you remember it.
Planning, Openness, and Synchronicity
It is time to plan for the coming month. I rarely accomplish all I plan to do, and that is just fine. The first rule of planning is: Plans change. Rule two is that there are no rules, only guidelines. Guideline 3: Treasure each moment by living in the moment. Today I am in a […]
My Father's 100th Birthday
My father, Donald, was only 71 when he passed away. Today he would have celebrated his 100th birthday. Donald Eugene Hill was born at home near the tiny burg of Colburn, Indiana, on October 14, 1915. I saw the house once, abandoned and in the middle of a field; it has since been torn down. […]
My Annual "My Dad Died on Christmas Day" Post
Somewhere, in a box that is mislabeled, but hopefully still in my house is a picture of my Dad smiling, his eyes all a-twinkle. There aren’t many of those. It was a professional photo from a group photo shoot that the Thorncreek Township Volunteer Firemen arranged. I see that photograph in my mind when I […]
The Alternate Universe of September 11
Yes, we all remember 9/11. I do not want to diminish how we speak of it and remember that horrible day and the many unfortunate things that came out of it. But I remember everything, no matter what. I remember my the date of my parent’s wedding anniversary, old boyfriend’s birthdays, the dates my pets […]