Looking back, it’s a blur, a filmy orange streak. Thanksgiving Day 2012, that is. I thought I was ready, that this would be the year I’d achieve my goal. I didn’t want much, just to get all the food on the table at the same time. At the appropriate temperature. I was on track, too,
Last month I flew with friends to Scotland. Again. This time eight ladies traveled instead of 10, half of them recruited by me. Like before, after leaving the Inverness airport, we drove to two castles. The first was Urquhart Castle at Loch Ness. The ruins—remains of a wall and stone turrets on a patch of lush
by Cole Bozic I didn’t know that on February 1, 2017 my career trajectory would change and shove me into the world of wills and trusts and estates. And maybe I didn’t really understand how the events of that day would effect my decisions until much, much later. You see, On February 1, 2017, my
Exceptional people live in every neighborhood, some of them miracles, some of them heroes. Jacob Allen and his parents, Jim and Karen, live near me in Morgantown. Jacob is the young man with autism, who at 18, was lost for four days in the Dolly Sods Wilderness of West Virginia back in October of 2007.
Twenty-one days ago, my mother passed away. The moment was beautiful—peaceful and holy— and I am so thankful I was with her. Mom’s death served as the final exam for a course I’ve been taking for at least a year now, Death 102: When the end is near (or here). Below, you’ll find my notes from the
To Do List Clean (really clean) the first level Straighten the second level Bank Gas Consignment Shop Pick up coffee beans at Quantum Bean Drop tin of cookies (with note) at Blatter house Dear Mr. and Mrs. Blatter: I’m writing to apologize… For the time I wouldn’t let you use the bathroom in our house
One day during my lunch hour in downtown Cincinnati—I lived and worked there in the 80’s—as I walked toward Fountain Square, two gals came at me, arm in arm. The younger woman’s grin was the spitting image of her mom’s. When I stepped in front of them, they stopped walking and talking, their limbs suddenly stiff, their eyes
I’ve come a long way, baby. From being the scarediest of cats about so many things. High bridges, for instance. And death. For the longest time, my parents sheltered my brothers and me from post-mortem matters. It wasn’t until the eighth grade that I attended a funeral, my paternal grandfather’s. In the back of the
The boss I loved and hated resembled Albert Einstein with a tan. Thanks to Clinique bronzer. Okay, so I didn’t actually hate him. It just took me a super long time to forgive him after he made me weep in front of the whole staff. I don’t cry easily, but he could be vicious. “That
Confession: I stockpile Facebook statuses. Hey, don’t judge me. My ammo pile of cleverness is for your benefit. My goal always being to educate, inspire, and/or amuse you. There is, however, one status I was too chicken to post: ”Don’t feel sorry for me, but I’m lonely.” From time to time, posts like this appear
