Category: Family

Waiting

My dad believed in visitors from the afterlife. He was also a man of stories, and one of his frequent stories was a memory from when his younger brother, John, died as a teenager in the early 70s. The story goes like this: John… Continue Reading “Waiting”

Three weeks, one day

Three weeks, one day. These days, I measure the passage of time based on my father’s passing. In these subsequent 22 days since his death, grief has taken its place in my life like a shadow. My only real reprieve is for a few… Continue Reading “Three weeks, one day”

I’ll never feel normal again

My dad died nine days ago after having suffered a massive stroke two days prior. He died in a hospital in southeastern Indiana while my connecting flight was sitting on the tarmac in Salt Lake City, getting ready to take off for Indianapolis. I… Continue Reading “I’ll never feel normal again”

Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

I haven’t blogged much lately, but in my defense, I was just promoted and have been very, very busy. I’m extremely grateful for the promotion and the generous raise that came with it, but it does require more work to be at this new… Continue Reading “Forgiveness. Can you imagine?”

Becoming Jewish: the Christmas conundrum

Lately, my conversations with my mom have gone a little like this: Mom: “I sure would love to come out and visit again.” Me: “I’d love for you to see western Washington in the fall.” Mom: “I’d really love to come out and celebrate… Continue Reading “Becoming Jewish: the Christmas conundrum”

Guys (grandpas) and Dolls

Of all my memories, the one I associate most with my grandfather is a crushed velvet couch piled six across and two high with Cabbage Patch Dolls. Blondes. Brunettes. Redheads. Boys. Girls. There seemed to be one of every kind displayed on that couch… Continue Reading “Guys (grandpas) and Dolls”

Back from my hiatus – and as a homeowner!

We are officially homeowners for the first time in our lives, and after almost ten years of marriage!  We closed on our lovely little house in Port Orchard, Washington on 10/27, took possession the next day, and moved in Thursday.  

Finding our fit

When I got the word that the job was mine, I had exactly 5 weeks to prepare to move the family across the country.