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To Have

A week ago, after a week or so of dry coughing and a no-longer-sexy-to-me-sounding voice, I needed someone – a professional – to take a look at my throat. Continue reading

Posted in Health, Volunteering | 2 Comments

You Never Know

I have learned in the past year to not let ideas – and therefore chances – for getaways get by me. Life is looking shorter and shorter most days. Continue reading

Posted in Art, Friends, Memories, Travel | 6 Comments

Catching Myself Looking

I’m looking. Constantly. He probably knows it. Probably playing dumb for his mother’s sake. Continue reading

Posted in Children, Family, Home, Motherhood | Leave a comment

Hearing Voices

On Monday, World AIDS Day, I accepted an award from the AIDS Service Foundation of Greater Kansas City – the Mark Dreiling Community Leadership Award – for twenty years of passion for the cause. In the days since, I have been asked by five people to publish my remarks. I can’t promise that these words were spoken verbatim, because I only wrote down “bones” for my comments, not a complete script. Continue reading

Posted in Family, Mental Health, Philanthropy, Volunteering | 12 Comments

The Thick and The Thin

I have lived the last week with my eyes and my hands. My eyes and the hands of others. My hands holding the hands of others. In silence and in noise. Continue reading

Posted in Death, Friends | 9 Comments

Dancing

I watched as the leaves truly curled their way to the limestone steps, the vine, the hosta leaves. They came down slowly in light that was just beginning to brighten. Continue reading

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Quote Me

Sometimes, you just gotta put words together until they fit perfectly to your environment, emotions and life. Continue reading

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Watery Silence

True silence was visited upon me that night. A slowly darkening night sky was mine to behold each time I smoothly crested the surface. Long, quiet minutes. An hour perhaps. Continue reading

Posted in Friends, Mental Health, Water | 2 Comments

It’s Our Differences

She says the card area would drive her crazy if she were in charge of it. Duh. I knew that before she ever said it. Continue reading

Posted in Sisters, Small Business, Work | 3 Comments

The Truth Hurts. Really.

Last week my son made me cry. One sentence, spoken in jest. A teenager taking a chance at pointed humor. It hit hard, I blinked back tears and left the kitchen. A whole flight of stairs and a retreat to my bed didn’t save me from feeling bad. Continue reading

Posted in Children, Family, Motherhood, Relationships | 19 Comments