Changing Landscapes

"The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new." The other day I strolled into a place that had once been my second home. I couldn’t believe how long it had been since I had stepped through its front door. I was 23... Continue Reading →

Who you’d be today…

Earlier this month, I saw a post on Facebook about one of my stepson’s gymnastics friends who had gotten married to adorable young lady in California. Of course, I wish him and his beautiful bride nothing but a long happy life together. At the same time, as l looked at the pictures of their happy life... Continue Reading →

Blowing Kisses in the Wind

Every time I pass the cemetery where my father is buried and the one where Timothy is buried, I always find myself blowing kisses, as if they are just sitting on an imaginary bench by the road, waiting to catch my kisses whenever my car passes. For nearly 14 years now, blowing kisses has become second nature... Continue Reading →

Six Years Gone, But Maybe It’s Six Years Lived Too

Six years… 72 months… 313 weeks… 2191 days… 52,594 hours… 3,153,600 minutes… That’s how long Timothy’s been gone. It’s hard to believe really because it feels like just yesterday when it all happened – the accident, the hospital, the preparations, the wake, the funeral and then the moving on with our lives. Not a day... Continue Reading →

7 Life Lessons I would tell the 23-year-old me now 15 years later

Since I am quickly approaching my 38th birthday in a little less than two months, I have to stop and think about what I would tell the 23-year-old me if I had the chance to stand in front of that wide-eyed young woman who was ready to take on the world of journalism, fall in love... Continue Reading →

The Dead Parents to Cancer (DPC) Club… A club no one wants to join, but far too many of us have

When I was 25, I unwillingly said good-bye to my father after watching him suffer a horrible six-month battle with cancer that ended up riddling his entire body before he passed. It was then that I became a member of the Dead Parents to Cancer (DPC) Club. On July 6, 2001, my oldest niece was... Continue Reading →

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