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Act Two, Aging, Being a Widow, Birthdays, Breast Cancer Advocacy, Breast Cancer Treatment, Castledawson, Coming of age, Death and dying, Dying, Family, Fatherless daughters, FInal wishes, First birthday without him, Funerals, Great Advice, Grieving, Loss, Love, Marriage, Memoir, Mourning, Northern Ireland, Poetry, Robin Williams, saying goodbye, Thanksgiving, Themes of Childhood, Tommy Edwards, W.H. Auden, Wedding Anniversary
Remembering Ken on our 25th ‘Anniversary’
Twelve days after Ken died, I wrote this post. I haven’t read it since, and I’m not going to read it tonight. Somewhere in the middle of the grief-stricken ramblings, I remember is a pure – and good – memory of this day twenty five years ago – January 13, 1990 – the day when Ken and I embarked on what we both knew was one hell of a love story. So, I’ll raise a great big whiskey to you tonight, Ken, and tell you that I’d do it all again. x 11/27/2013 A friend, one who knows, told me the other day that it will take at least a year before the sharp…
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Awesome Women, Birthdays, Christine Ohlman - "The Deep End", Concerts 2014, Crescent Ballroom - Dr. Dog, Great Concert Venues, Joan Osborne, John Prine, Memoir, MIM, Red Rocks Amphitheater, Rodney Crowell, Ryan Adams and Jenny Lewis, Steve Earle and Shawn Colvin, Steve Winwood, Stevie Wonder, The Crescent Ballroom, The Hold Steady, The Rhythm Room, The War on Drugs, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
cutting my own groove in 2014
Life isn’t some vertical or horizontal line — you have your own interior world, and it’s not neat. ~ Patti Smith How do I begin to pack the stuff of the past twelve months in a box and tie it up with a big red bow? Just begin. Pluck out a memory and wrap it up. Move on to the next – in my own time. Shortly after Ken died, I discovered on Christine Ohlman’s beautiful record, “The Deep End,” a song that was then too much for me to listen to, too beautiful, too true – “The Gone of You.” I had forgotten about it until it showed up on my playlist this weekend…
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silent night again . . . from newtown to dunblane
“So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.” Remembering Sandy Hook and Dunblane today . . .
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racism – when you can’t breathe and you don’t speak.
It is the anniversary of Nelson Mandela’s death, and I am thinking about why Mandela mattered so much to so many of us. To me, he represented what could be. Like Martin Luther King‘s dream of what America could be and like the peace once envisioned for Northern Ireland by Betty Williams and Mairead Corrigan, Mandela’s vision of South Africa as a democratic rainbow-nation inspired the first all-race democratic election, moving more than 17 million black South Africans to vote for the first time. Such a sight to behold, even on a television screen on the other side of the world – a reminder that anything can happen, that Seamus Heaney‘s hope…
