The yellow butterflies are gone. Itās almost winter. I knew this was coming. I believe I saw the last one about a week ago. It was the day before Thanksgiving and I was out for a walk on a warm November day. I was thinking of Momā¦and there she was. A yellow butterfly popped…
I could sit here and complain about what a shitty year this has been. I could tell you I have nothing to be thankful for this year. The loss of my mom is the hardest thing Iāve ever had to go through. And it has forever changed me. But, gosh, I think about how…
I canāt remember the last time it was just me and my sister on a trip. The time that comes to mind is autumn 1996, about sevenĀ months after I had moved to Colorado. She visited me and we took some day trips to my new favorite places in my new home state. So, here we…
Itās been 6 months since my mom passed away. Sometimes it feels longer. It seems like so long since I have seen her dimpled smile, heard the sound of her voice, felt the warmth of her touch. Yet, in some ways it feels like yesterday that I was with her as she took her…
āThis is ho-o-o-ome. Ho-o-o-ome.ā My friend, Jenny, who has a lovely voice, is singing along with Sheryl Crow. Yes, this is home, I think as we drive through the winding mountain roads on our way back to Golden. Itās a gorgeous early autumn day and Iām visiting. I used to live here, in Colorado.…
Home. Itās where the heart is. Thereās no place like it. For me, itās been a confusing word over the past 4 1/2 years. Iāve written about not feeling at home in Cincinnati (where I currently live and where I am from) and feeling more at home out there in the world. Iāve talked…
