The last day of 2021 deserves a blog post. Actually, 2021 was a real bitch and deserves nothing, but here goes. Endings are sometimes a party, but they are often tricky. The world lost Betty White today. OG move crossing to the other side on the last day of the year, but also difficult for…
A boy lost his father when he was a child. To work, compromise, and a dash of selfish. The boy cried. A young man lost his father when he was struggling. To indifference, distraction, and lies. The young man yelled. A man lost his father unexpectedly. To the invisible, the invasive, and neglect. The man…
116,516 | 405,399 | 36,516 | 58,209 | 2,216 | 4,497 I know very little about numbers and even less about war. I know the average person takes 23,000 breaths a day and the moon orbits the earth every 27 days or so. It takes the moon twenty-seven days to travel around the earth one time. Every night,…
Seven birds and, as of this morning, six baby mice. That is the death toll this spring. I can not provide context for this loss because I don’t know how many baby birds were in all of the nests around our house, nor do I know how many mice families call our piece of land home.…
I found a little bird a few days ago. The little guy had fallen or been pushed from his nest prematurely. I’m not sure why I knew it was a “he,” but a “he” it was, at least in my mind. He’d fallen behind the stand that holds our backyard hose. We have lots of bird nests…
Most of my life I have believed in reincarnation, not like I’m coming back as a goat, but that we live multiple lives. Once our body gets old and tired, our soul leaves, goes somewhere (it really doesn’t matter to me where) and then we are recycled, dropped into another newborn body. In my theory…
What if I run out of time? There a lot of things I want to do, but I’m not ready yet. It’s not the right time or I lack experience. Things take time, work. I know, but how much time do I have? See things would be easier, I would be able to plan, if…
I am a stitch, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I saw the Gebelein Man (Ginger) at the British Museum today. I’ve seen him before, but this time my thoughts are lingering. He was a young man, wounded in the shoulder, and buried in a shallow grave. The hot sand mummified him over…
According to my quick Google search, approximately 2.5 million people die every year in the United States. I don’t often look at this stuff, but I’m on this “things will never be the same as they are in this second” kick and that sometimes moves me to think about the end. A bit morbid, I know,…