It was a Saturday morning like many before it. Up before the sun with my boys to make cut-up pancakes with maple syrup. A morning movie for them; coffee and some cleaning for me. Little…

I’m a long-hauler. That means that I had COVID in January and three months later, I still feel lousy. Malaise overwhelms me. My brain says, “yes you can do it!” A few hours later my…

A thick blanket of old smoke hangs over everything, almost like its own entity in this house.  Yet it’s just me, on my hands and knees wedged between the wall and the bed, trying to…

It can be difficult to deal with issues of mortality. Most people prefer to avoid the topic until forced to deal with it. However, I have found that, as difficult as dealing with our mortality…

Despite knowing that it is coming every day of our lives, too many of us are unprepared for our own death.  We pursue tests, treatments and interventions until suddenly (or so it seems), we hear…

At 26, I sat with my father on the thin nursing home mattress he’d been assigned to two weeks earlier. A nurse, round-faced and glistening with sweat, whirled into the room presenting a tray of…