Maybe it’s just the phase of life I’m in right now, and maybe it’s because a dear friend just recently moved to another state, but change has been on my mind. At first blush, I’m not one to enjoy change, but it’s really not a bad thing. Not when I think about it.
Change changes us. At a crossroads, two people split apart: one that went right and one that went left. If I went right, I can never be the person who went left, and I may never have an inkling of who that person might have become. Read the rest of this entry
I should know by now that summer is a hard time to keep up with a blog. Paradoxically, it’s probably the busiest time of the year for me. But that’s not the only reason that June went by without an update here. A few weeks ago, I lost my grandmother suddenly. It seems like I was just with her, helping her go through her garage and letting go of things that she didn’t need. Last week, I was helping my mother and aunt sort and organize her house, now that she is gone. We never want to say goodbye to anyone in our lives, but there are some ways that we wish we didn’t have to lose them. Read the rest of this entry
Another spring break has come and gone, and it’s gone by in the usual fashion, filled up to the brim with projects and gardening. My mother makes a tradition of going out to see her mother whenever she can break away during spring break, and, having the time, I decided to join her for the drive and visit.
Now the spring break trip isn’t for kicking up our feet and catching z’s. In our family, that simply isn’t done! Spring break at Grandma’s house means recovering the garden in the backyard—taming bushes, decimating weeds, severing roots, and other necessities in places where gardens will actually take over if you don’t pay attention to them. I suspect it’s rain that causes this. Read the rest of this entry
A few weeks ago, my family and I spent a Friday evening with Tom Hanks in The Money Pit. My sister and I curled tighter and tighter into the crevices of the couches while my dad laughed until he just about cried. If you knew my dad, you’d know what a rare sighting this is during a movie. Finding me cringing is a less-rare occurrence, but I found long ago that a certain kind of comedy, the kind where nothing less than the entire house goes up in flames or every priceless vase is demolished, tortures a certain part of my soul. War-time destruction? Apocalpyse? Natural disaster? I can handle those movies. Comedy of errors? You can find me tied in a knot behind a cushion. Read the rest of this entry