The Man of My Dreams

This man, this lovely, happy man, is my father. The man of my dreams, except that he certainly wasn’t a dream, but real. I can hardly describe my father, today, 20 years and some odd months after his death.  I only know that each day that comes, I think of something my dad would say…

Soul Despair

For once in my life, I am not reacting to what I am seeing on the news or the internet. I can’t. I just cannot get my head around this much hate in the world. It is making me physically ill. When I learned Thursday that Rush Limbaugh died, I was saddened. He was someone…