1. when I’m done, I seem to find another little bit of patience
2. coffee is, in fact, everything it’s cracked up to be. crack.
3. fresh peaches are better than canned. always.
1. when I’m done, I seem to find another little bit of patience
2. coffee is, in fact, everything it’s cracked up to be. crack.
3. fresh peaches are better than canned. always.
A year ago today my father passed away after a long battle with cancer.
Fucking cancer.
Beautiful things have happened since then. Things he’s missed from our perspective — but I trust he’s seen from a better angle. Milestones and victories. Adventures and daring deeds. More often than not, simply the daily grind.
I remember him in this dug up post from 2013 — a musical message from him, and my response.
I miss him, but I encounter him in every corner of my life, especially if there’s music. Especially if there’s percussion. Where there’s a beat, a heartbeat, there he is.
I’m back with some updates after a somewhat unexpected hiatus. I got all kinds of spontaneous after a very fun CNMC in Atlanta last month. Shortly after that I took off to Alabama for a long weekend with my hubby. We hung around Mobile, which was a lot of fun. I wrote about it here. I think it could quickly become a favorite place to visit.
Then I zoomed off to Buffalo to speak at the Catholic Press Association’s Catholic Media Conference. Boy oh boy that was exciting. I ran into some old friends there, and made some new ones — and had cocktails with the delightful Tiffany from Life of a Catholic Librarian. I’ll be writing more about my experience there in the next few days.
Finally, I took off for a week to spend time with my mom as we approach the anniversary of my dad’s passing. It was good to see family and friends. It was good to share meals, unwind, and love.