Last Dance

My Daddy died yesterday. Unexpectedly- but not without warning. He had just been over last week to have dinner with me and my kiddos. I was trying my culinary hand at boneless buffalo strips, (kinda thinkin’ I could bring the same flavor as bone-in wings) ah but  you can’t! You must have all the flavor-makin’ marrow to bring the “finger-lickin’good!” Anyway, he came over like he always did when he could and he hung out with me in the kitchen while I cooked and talked. He told his stories; asked about the kids,…

Grief: It’s Not for Lily Tappers

Sometimes it hits when I least expect it. I am fine. Then I am crying. Then I am fine again. No matter how long it lasts, I am ten times more tired when it is over than I was before it hit. I have learned to let it pass through me, lest it undo me. I don’t even apologize anymore. I just carry a kleenex in my hand. We went white water rafting in Colorado this summer for vacation. The guide was specific in his instructions telling and demonstrating exactly how…