[BIRD NOTE: i started writing this in january but never posted it … because… duh … i was afraid. every time i start to see daylight the darkness creeps in so below is my attempt to fly into the eye of the storm. my fears.] i woke up to a puking dog this morning. upon
an article about my uncle harvey was printed in the milwaukee journal sentinel august 13, 1995. it describes the oasis he created on his land following his accident better than I ever could … so i transcribed what was written. enjoy! [p.s. the above is a framed print of the original article, circa 1994]
through this process of blogging and self-reflecting, i have stopped making assumptions about the day of harv’s accident [aka my birthday] and i finally sat down and did the math [one of my absolute least favorite things to do.] this has lead to a profoundly personal realization … i have no doubt this “story” will
i have a tricky relationship with my birthday. for most people, the day your were born is an obvious reason to celebrate [for example, my cousin gene insists on having a party on her exact birthday regardless of the day of the week]. don’t get me wrong, i’ve had some epic parties and wonderful memories
before i dive into the main story i’m here to tell, i want to set the stage … in my previous post i mentioned the four things that matter more than anything else in my life … and #1 is proximity to family. what that means for me might be very different than what it
reason for starting blog = inspiring joy in myself and others. recently, i’ve realized four things in my life matter more than anything…