Category Archives: grief

Bad Guys

Have you noticed? Newtown, Connecticut is the new 9-11. A shocking, horrific tragedy. Innocent lives lost in a murderous act. Our Safety has been violated! What shall we do to Protect ourselves from the Bad Guys?!! In the wake of … Continue reading

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A Lesson from Your Tastebuds

Ever tried a new restaurant with a favorite dish on the menu, and been disappointed? You’re all set to enjoy a new take on that old favorite, you take a bite, and … bummer. It’s not the same. It’s not … Continue reading

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Don’t Come to Me With Problems

If you’re having a bad day already, you might skip this one. I was forwarded an article from the National Review, Two Californias, by Victor Davis Hanson. Read it if you like, but let me summarize the basic formula: “This … Continue reading

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A Priceless Gift

I hooked up on Facebook this week with an old college friend. He was one of the cool, gifted people that I didn’t know well, but enjoyed being around. Nowadays, he’s introducing the rest of us to something I’d never … Continue reading

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My Uncle is Dead (part 5)

(Part 1 is here) Anthony wasn’t sure he wanted to hear anymore. Suddenly he felt very young, and this story wasn’t so simple. Who was the good guy? Who was the bad guy? But he needed to know. “What happened?” … Continue reading

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My Uncle is Dead (part 4)

(Part 1 is here) Cora set her sewing aside. If it stayed in her hands, the fabric was going to be stained — she’d stab herself with the needle, or the tears would finally erupt. She could feel the emotion, … Continue reading

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My Uncle is Dead (part 3)

(Part 1 is here) Cora looked down, staring through her tears at the fabric in her lap, and rubbed the needle again. The cold smooth metal was soothing, and she felt her chest relax. She needed to finish this story. … Continue reading

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