We’ve all been there. You’re in a situation that pushes all your buttons. But you don’t want to wimp out. You don’t want to be the panicked nut job of the group. This happened to me at Ireland’s Blarney Castle. What’s so hard about kissing a rock, I thought? I was to find out. […]
Anyone who reads this blog knows I write about my Dad… a lot. He’s always on my mind since he suffers from late-stage Parkinson’s disease. And yet there’s another person I’m always thinking of, who keeps the machinery of my father’s world moving like clockwork, who’s as necessary, irreplaceable and vital as the sun is to the earth. And that’s […]
I see him around town sometimes. The other day he was in our neighborhood coffee shop where I heard the lady behind the counter call him Ray. He looks to be in his thirties with brown hair and always wears neatly-pressed khakis and a flannel shirt. A red bandana is usually tied around his neck. […]
