From a Travel Pulse Column Published Aug. 30, 2010 This column was supposed to be published in April and titled “Our California Adventure,” a personal recap of my family of four’s February vacation. It was my children’s first visit to California, so we had planned a whirlwind adventure to four theme parks between Los Angeles … Continue reading Growing Up a Travel Brat
Ten years ago today, My universe collapsed. Launched into space without tether, Staked to the ground, flattened. At the same time floating And searching for foundation, While boulders rained in unison Down upon my shoulders. Now I stand and admire the vast sky. But that weight(lessness), Always lingering Until we meet again.
My father died quietly in an ICU hospital bed five years ago today. Finally disconnected from the tubes and machines that were keeping him alive, but just barely, he slipped away into what I hoped wasn't a vast black hole of nothingness. Instead, I imagined his soul easing gently from its broken confines and escaping … Continue reading Hearing is Believing, Part One
I've lost three family members in the past four years, all of them on a Thursday. A chilly Thursday in November 2008--Thanksgiving in fact--ended not with post-turkey coma and pumpkin-pie-smeared faces being shooed up to bed, but with my father-in-law being rushed to the hospital after suffering a heart attack in front of his family, … Continue reading Why I Hate Thursdays and How They’ve Helped Me Grow
I saw a piece on Good Morning America today about a neurosurgeon who just completed a book about his near-death experience. This is a BRAIN scientist (and not really a practicing Christian) describing incredible details about an experience that occurred during a seven-day coma where he had no brain function whatsoever. This Newsweek article gives a taste … Continue reading An agnostic believing in afterlife
Life is good. In addition to being a lifestyle apparel company, it was also one of my father's favorite sayings. Whether he was traveling the world for his job, weeding in his beloved backyard, giving tours of his 1890 Victorian or hovering over a putt on the golf course, he couldn't keep himself from smiling … Continue reading Life is good. Until it’s not.
Two and a half years ago today, on April 17, the darkest corners of my overactive imagination succeeded in trouncing the light, enveloping me in a new reality. That Saturday, my 66-year-old father entered the hospital for emergency abdominal surgery and never came home again. He had undergone a somewhat routine colonoscopy the day before … Continue reading The Beginning of the End