Thanks, Josh Ritter, for getting me ready for Monday

Monday is the anniversary of my dad’s death, again. It was a reflective time for me last year and it’s looking like it will be the same this year. I can tell because last night we went to see Josh Ritter (whom Jae has been talking about for years but I’m just catching up). There Read more about Thanks, Josh Ritter, for getting me ready for Monday[…]

Forgetting about Father’s Day

I wonder about the organizers of Bonnaroo, and whether they intentionally scheduled the festival for the weekend of Father’s Day. You have to figure that with 80,000 some attendees, there are bound to be a whole lot of arguments about missing the family cookout or whatever. As I am not attending Bonnaroo nor is my Read more about Forgetting about Father’s Day[…]

And no paper cuts yet, either!

I’m tackling my big paper pile o’ doom. This paper pile actually started accumulating while my dad was sick, and has slowly grown its own gravity field ever since. I’ve paid bills and taken care of enough odds and ends that it hasn’t actually made itself into an emergency, but enough little things went hidden Read more about And no paper cuts yet, either![…]

One small year and some tiny kittens

Well, here it is: the day I’ve been dreading. It’s been one year since my dad died. I thought I would have a lot to say about that, but I find myself oddly quiet on the subject. The only thing I’ll say is what I wrote in an email to my sister this morning: I Read more about One small year and some tiny kittens[…]

When at last you reach the end, turn around and start again

When your cell phone rings at 2:35 AM, you can be sure it’s a call you wish you didn’t have to take. I marveled at how calm my mother managed to sound as she said, “Your father passed.” I took some time to completely fall apart in the hotel room, with Karsten comforting me. It’s Read more about When at last you reach the end, turn around and start again[…]