“They say it’s the last song. They don’t know us, you see – it’s only the last song if we let it be”. Death came one sunny Friday morning in May. We knew to expect it, had known ever since the diagnosis almost a year
You know how it goes. You run into someone you haven’t seen in ages and before you know it, you’ve said it: “Hi!! How are you?” To which the other person usually replies “I’m good! How are you?” and never “Life sucks, I need help”.
You might have noticed that I’m wearing glasses these days. Or you might not have noticed at all, which is more likely because who in the world is going around thinking about who is wearing glasses and who isn’t, right? But for me, it’s a
In this house we try to live with the seasons as much as we can. That is not very hard when you’re living in the forest, because the seasons are always in your face (take that literally in the fall, when you are torpedoed with round after round of acorns and chestnuts falling down. On your head).
For my son.
I never knew your hair would smell so sweet
after a long day of playing in the sun
I never knew I’d feel so incomplete
when you’re away, and I am home alone
Eleven years ago, I went into the studio to record an album. I had written just about a handful of songs, was fresher-than-fresh as a songwriter and as green as the first patch of grass in spring – and I had no idea what I wanted, how I wanted it to sound, or who I was for that matter.
With the holidays behind us, our family has been busy implementing our New Year’s resolutions to make our life as simple as possible in 2018. This requires a lot of letting go – sometimes a sad and painful process and sometimes something to look forward to, but always challenging. Vulnerable. Also exciting.
She was my dream horse, practically perfect in every way – the prettiest, the smartest, the best. Afraid of nothing and the personification of calm presence, with the sweetest eyes you’ve ever seen. But because life rarely goes as we expect it to go, and because changing circumstances sometimes call for difficult choices, …
Never could I have imagined how it would touch me to experience first-hand what it means to raise a child with disabilities, both practically and emotionally, as well as socially. To witness the resilience, joy, stamina and love of these children and their parents and their siblings, throughout all their hardships and sometimes downright suffering, was life changing for me.