Gentle Change
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | Changed One Ordinary Day at a Time
Today is my sister Barb’s birthday. Which means, naturally, I am thinking about getting older. Hers, specifically. Mine only as necessary. That’s one of the privileges of having a sister. You always have someone else’s birthday available to remind you that time is passing. Birthdays are funny markers. We make them very specific. Yesterday you… Continue reading
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The Family That Was, and the Family That Became
A personal reflection on remembrance, belonging, and the histories we carry October 15, 1977. That is the day my dad died. I was seven years old, my sister Barb was ten, almost eleven, and my mom hadn’t even turned thirty-two. My dad was forty-three. This year will mark forty-nine years since his death, and I… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | Changed One Leaf at a Time
I don’t think I would notice a leaf changing color if I sat and stared at it all day. I could watch very carefully. Take pictures every hour. Probably zoom in much farther than necessary. And still, I doubt there would be a moment when I could say: There. That’s when it changed. Yet eventually… Continue reading