I think I want to write about family which, for my regular readers, might seem odd. But the reality is that I am with my family today, even though I am alone.
Tag: family
A Living Time Capsule 12/6/20
I had a very interesting idea for a family project to help strengthen the relationship with family elders. The idea is simple enough; a book wherein all family members, including the extended family, would be invited to write messages for future generations.
Memories 8/6/20
I actually learned quantum mechanics in that house. No, I was not a child prodigy, but there was a screen door out of the basement into the side yard that was kept shut with a long and relatively thin spring. I learned about harmonics there
Crow 7/5/20
This is the dark place where my mind went, which amounts to a lack of faith. I'm happy that I was wrong in having my concerns, and sorry that I let my mind run away with me.
Harsh Mirror 8/4/20
Have you ever heard a reproduction of your own voice? I like my voice. As I hear myself speak in my own head, I mean, it’s not the most beautiful voice, but it’s very nice. Then I hear it in an audio recording, and it makes me want to wretch.
Nature Versus Nurture 8/3/20
Every time I look in the mirror, I see my father. Oh, a different haircut, and he had a broken nose which was something of legend as he never did tell us how it happened, but my facial features very much mimic his. Ours was a rocky relationship to be sure, which means that sometimes it’s rather difficult to look into my mirror and see him staring back at me.
Love Matters 8/1/20
I’ve heard from friends that have been close to me and a significant part of my life for a very long time, and from friends that I still adore but have drifted from me for quite a long time.
Support Network 7/29/20
Our support network, in an ideal world, should begin with my family. Mine just reminded me that my support network does not include them
My Father 7/27/20
“Just a short note. Your Dad passed away early this morning. A peaceful ending for him.”
Uncle Al 7/25/20
He was so kind, but he was married to Aunt Rose, a racist nightmare of a woman who, as it turns out, was my father’s sister.
