Somewhere between yesterday and today, between last year and this year, I have grown deeper in my capacity to endure loss.  I suppose it comes with age.  The older we get, the more relationships we’ll forge, and the more loved ones we’ll see pass away.  A big sad sigh.  It’s simple logic. For me, this 2025 year, I have said goodbye to my mom.  She was a bona fide “feisty” force of nature, a funny “crackpot,” a talented “crochet artist,” an avid “Dutch-team” soccer fan, a “sin

I think of my mother in the spring. When the cool rain settles in, warmer than frigid icicle raindrops tap-tap-tapping on our windowpane...

As 2024 draws to a close, I am, first, supremely surprised at how fast this year flew.  Like a racecar!  Or better yet, that miraculous...

Twenty years have passed. August 2004. Since I descended into that magical world of fog and rain. Not at all what I imagined my first...