Hi guys, I just wanted to pop in and thank every single one of you for the love, shares, virtual hugs and- wonderfully enough- a smattering of real hugs, too. I’m still not in a place where I feel all blogtacular and “la la la kids say the darndest things” (not outwardly, anyway), but I thought I’d post a quick note about how incredibly beautiful my Dad’s memorial service was and share some music. a) My Dad’s memorial service was {Read More}
‘Bye, Dad.
March 30, 2015 By 17 Comments
My Dad passed away this morning. I alternately miss him like a limb and am so grateful that he’s no longer on this plane- because that means he’s no longer suffering. I also have firsthand knowledge that he’s happy- he’s happy– so it’s slightly easier for me to write about him, celebrate him, and grieve him without the bewildered fist to my heart that’s accompanied these past two years and change. And I’ll attempt to do so without giving an {Read More}
Brave.
March 26, 2015 By 2 Comments
When I was a little kid, my Dad used to take us sledding at The Pit. A questionably safe, still in use/long out of use gravel pit where gigantic trucks would dig up clay for some unknown, terribly mysterious and ghost-story-romantic reason. (At least in the head of a seven year-old.) I was a pretty short person- especially back then- but I don’t think I’m exaggerating in the slightest when I say that the clay hills comprising The Pit were {Read More}
Let’s Go Exploring: Paper Storage Edition.
March 23, 2015 By 1 Comment
One of the best parts about helping to sort/organize/preserve at your childhood home is the sheer amazingness that you find (and subsequently scan). Behold: It’s the little things. Unless you’re talking about a certain blue felt fedora which one of us received for Christmas ’93. Then it’s the big things.
Autopilot.
March 12, 2015 By 11 Comments
Some days are trickier than others; those days when the tasks you can do (and have done) in your sleep are just slightly…off. When your autopilot is either broken or tuned to a different frequency and flight plan altogether. Distraction doesn’t even begin to cover it. You snap at the kids to finish up eating when you haven’t yet put food on their plates. You find yourself parking the car in the garage, only to wonder why you don’t seem {Read More}
Well, That About Sums It Up, Now Doesn’t It?
March 5, 2015 By 2 Comments
Since I’m clearly incapable of linear thought these days- not to mention linear zip codes- here’s a smattering of photos that I quite dig from the past week: Aren’t they adorable? P.J. found this portrait from my Dad’s studio session with his band. My Dad rocks the headphones/pensive look. P.J. rocks the “is this a mirror image of what your Dad’s doing?” look. (We all have our strengths.) I found this gem among my Mom’s letters. Please note the birthday {Read More}
Go Home. (Friday Blog Edition.)
February 27, 2015 By 2 Comments
Please forgive the day late/dollar short/donut-heavy blog post. Yesterday was a travel day for me, but now I’m hanging out with the coolest guitarist around. No, not Clapton. The other one. So here are three pix from my Thursday- which pretty much sum it up pretty nicely: A lint ball/cat hair amalgamation I found while packing that’s equal parts gross and heartwarming. Nora answered some questions, AKA I Gave Birth To Myself. Hey there, East Coast. (Let’s all just go {Read More}
The Perfect Partnership, Or- Outsmarting Your Wife.
February 19, 2015 By 4 Comments
Last Sunday, I was in a mood. A mood. I was feeling unproductive, irritable, and ready to crawl out of my own skin. P.J. took one look at me and casually remarked, “You should go organize the bookshelves.” I almost threw a plate at his head. Of all the sexist, demeaning, trivializing things to say, he’s telling me to go do prettifying busywork? In not so many words, I informed him that he had made a grave error in judgement. {Read More}
