Tag Archives: Life
Walkin’ Fartin’ Fran
One of my mom’s best friends when I was growing up was named Charlie. Charlie’s partner was named Mark. Their kids were Dobermans. My mom’s other friends were black, Indian, hispanic and white. Some were married, some weren’t. One of … Continue reading →
After The Ending
My husband and I sat across from each other in Chick Fil A. Not the most clever of places for us to have a date night, but it was last minute, it was raining outside, and we desperately needed to … Continue reading →
A Call to Arms
I have never been a fan of 45. The reason is simple, the origin of my dislike is clear. He takes the thing that I value most, the thing that speaks my innermost secrets, conveys life and death, healing and … Continue reading →
The Deal of the Art
I had the strange notion to visit an art museum today. I had the day off, the kids were in school and I had no desire to peruse the aisles of Target again, mindlessly dropping things into my cart that … Continue reading →
Wicker for better living
You know what I’ve realized? Life is not like a Pottery Barn Catalog. Life isn’t all neatly tucked away in cute little wicker baskets on top of shelves. It’s not neatly filed in boxes and catalogued with metal tag holders. … Continue reading →
Funerals
I went to a funeral today. One of my favorite patients came for his routine appointment yesterday, stood matter-of-factly at the front desk and announced, “R died.” “What?” “R died.” “Are you joking? What?” She died. Unexpectedly, R. She was … Continue reading →


