Author: Ron Stempkowski
No St. Valentine's Day Masochist
When I was in Jewel the other day at the self-check out, I noticed bouquets of roses in different hues of reds and pinks nearby. Within arms reach. My first immediate thought was to buy one. My hand e... Read More
Missing the Rituals
I’m a creature of habit. I take great comfort in the rituals and traditions of everyday life. There are certain routes I like to take–usually out-of-the-way and less traveled. I like to do... Read More
Some Days…
Sometimes I’m overpowered by the need to organize. I think part of it stems from a need for control that I didn’t have over Ken’s health or of the apartment during his illness. It wa... Read More
A Guest Blogger…of sorts
Today’s date is significant for me. It’s the third anniversary of Ken’s hemipelvectomy. (You can read more about it in last year’s blog if you’d like.) Because of this ... Read More
On the Topic of Change
I took Kallie for a longer-than-usual walk last night thanks to the unseasonably Spring-like weather. A few blocks north of our usual route landed us in Ravenswood. I lived there the last few years in... Read More
A Delicious Discovery
I’ve had a box of Ken’s personal papers under my desk for months–since moving them there over the summer to remind myself to deal with them. Nothing drastic. But to go through it to ... Read More
Life as I Know It
I was lying in bed the other night writing, Kallie stretched out beside me, her raspy, rhythmic snore keeping time with her belly as it raised and lowered. I stopped what I was doing and looked at ove... Read More
The Happy of the Holidaze
It’s difficult to believe it’s been three years since I’ve been to Southern California–specifically for Christmas. Even more difficult to believe: that it was a trip made without K... Read More