Thursday, Dad and The White Sticky Frosting

So my parents got married in December of 1983, when I was seven. Yep, second marriage for my Mom and I. I’m not sure I loved the idea of my new Dad at first <more on that another time>… we had a slow beginning. Just kinda getting used to eachother. I only mention that for …

MAKE THE TIME!

So we had Dad’s Celebration of Life this past weekend.  It was a beautiful gathering of family, friends and neighbors. Including all of his favorite things. At his favorite place: his pool and his home. We got a taco truck and had outdoor games, swimming, drinks. All of it. Heartfelt toasts. Laughter. Music. Way too …

This is the year..

The entire goal of this year is simple in theory but difficult in practice: give myself a fucking break. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I will have two major surgeries within 8 months of each other. Foot surgery came first. Just as I was nearing the end of the walking boot stage, I needed a correction/additional surgery. …