Category: Grief
The Story of the Pink Tree
I put up the sparkly pink tree the other day and watched “Love, Actually” while decorating it. This Christmas is extra special because it’s the last Christmas I’ll spend in thi... Read More
His Foot Left, But the Show Went On
I was going through a book case earlier this week and ran across this: The very first time I met Ken in January of 2001, one of the random things we shared in common was our improv training–thou... Read More
Sweet Dreams
After Ken died, I didn’t dream about him for months–though I desperately wanted to. Then when I finally started having dreams starring him in those early months, I woke up feeling like I l... Read More
The Ebb and Flow
Examining my life–observing it–and writing about it have been a staple for me since starting this blog in 2010. I think it’s what writers do. We tell stories–whether fiction or... Read More
Living in the Birthday Present
Today is Ken’s birthday. Of all the annual milestones throughout the year, this one hurts the least because it’s said in the present tense. It is Ken’s birthday. Not was. I welcome ... Read More
Honoring a Hero of My Heart…Part 2
As I wrote last week, bad stuff happens. But just a couple of days later I was reminded of something quite the opposite. I received an email about an essay I’d written for the “Extraordina... Read More
Easy Like Sunday Morning
There is part of me that has great appreciation for easy, quiet days–particularly bright, early summer mornings. It’s these kinds of mornings when it’s never clearer to me how lucky ... Read More
Coins Only, Please
I forgot to mention in my previous entry something else that struck a “Ken chord” with me that contributed to my “ken-do-it-iveness” last weekend. In the alley where I found my... Read More