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Of great character Lovely men earn the prizes Strong and gentle wins Cowards wilt in their presence Fight or flight; laugh while they run Haiku / Tanka I’ve written a few times about the days of my childhood, when … Continue reading
Stuff I’ve Learned – Mostly the Hard Way – and I Have the Scars to Prove It. [Hindsight|The Daily Post]
A few years ago I re-joined the ‘Critically Facing Your Mortality Club’. It’s an event that can sort of become semi-normal when you’re challenged with a chronic health issue; in my case, a rare disease that defies prognosis attempts. I … Continue reading
Once in a while, my mother plays for me an old country song called, “Idol of the Band”. One of the chorus lines speaks to a brief bittersweet period of shining glory for a young woman from humble beginnings. We … Continue reading
Sometimes old memories float up in need of a little light… A soul’s whisper to let it go.
I was 14 years old. My mother and I were living in an apartment on the 14th floor of a basic downtown high-rise. We were there because that’s where she was when I ran away from the last foster home I’d intended to live in.
I threatened to run away and never be found again if they made me go back to that home. The Department of Social Services, and my unprepared mother, gave in.
My mother had been struggling with escape from an abusive marriage, alcoholism, and no way to fully support her daughters. That’s how we ended up in foster care just after Christmas that year… Continue reading
I hardly know this young boy who impacted my life and so many others so profoundly. What kid is all that interested in their mother’s friends anyway? And so, I came to know him mostly through her, our Glo.
She is that quintessential statement of strength and courage, which can almost sound like a cliché, but it isn’t when it’s applied to a parent facing one of all our worst fears. Which is what happened to her and she, true to character, faced that nightmare fully and head-on.
He was only three years old when they were told… Continue reading