little girls soften their dad’s hearts

It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”

Anne Sexton

A Good News Report: The triumph of forgiveness.

My Uncle passed away recently. He was my father’s youngest brother, as well as the sibling he was the closest with. I went to the funeral home to pay my respects and I visited with relatives I had not seen in many years – probably since the last funeral!

It was good to be with my dad’s family and I appreciated the warm affection they extended toward me.

My own father passed away at the age of 45. Struck by an underage DUI driver he suffered a massive brain injury and died some many months later from multiple complications. The irony is that my father was (himself) an alcoholic. The police report indicated both individuals shared fault in this tragic accident. Witnesses reported my father walked out into oncoming traffic after leaving a nearby bar; and while not sustaining any physical injuries, the young girl behind the wheel suffered her own terrible consequences.

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call. me. love. (a birthday poem.)

Love is patient and kind.

1Corinthians 13:4

For all the many ways we are called to become LOVE itself!

Once upon a time there was a chaquita-banana girl

celebrating a very special day.

And though her daddy wouldn’t be there,

he loved her just the same!

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where am i going?


That evening, at sundown, they brought to him all who were sick or possessed with demons. And the whole city was gathered together. And he healed many who were sick with various diseases, and cast out many demons. In the morning, a great while before day, he rose and went out to a lonely place, and there he prayed. And Simon and those who were with him followed him, and when they found him, they said to him, Everyone is searching for you.” He answered, Let us go on to the next towns, that I may proclaim the message there also; for that is what I came to do.” And he went throughout all Galilee, preaching in their synagogues and casting out demons.
Mark 1:32-39

2018 was a year of contemplation for me.

Several short weeks ago, as the beginning of a New Year approached, I found myself reflecting on many things; not only which had taken place this particular year, but throughout my lifetime. I realize many people often do this, especially at a close of the year or at a milestone event; but truthfully, I have generally avoided this practice.

Yes, I reflect. Yes, I look back with great fondness on the joy. Yes, I grieve over any disappointments. And yes, I even grow a little introspective.

But I’ve have never really enjoyed contemplating what it all has meant.

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