With my dad's death, I keep wondering if I'm asking myself the right questions in life. I get quite worked up about superficial things sometimes and I know that it's inane. I ran across a letter he wrote me when I moved to Europe. He was so kind, and tried to keep any judgment out... Continue Reading →
Mr. Rogers
This week, the week my father died, was more about family than I would have imagined. He didn't want a ceremony so there was no official “good-bye”. I'll have to do that on my own, later, in private. However, I did have the chance to make it about family. I saw a lot of people... Continue Reading →
(f)loss-ie
Flossie is the name of a cow in a US cartoon strip in the 1930's. She was famously clothed at some point because censors thought that udders were too suggestive. Suggestive of what, of course, is up for discussion. Cheese? The name "Flossie" sounds so odd to me. I don't know where it came from.... Continue Reading →
Cows, Queens and Chocolate: Part II
When my sister arrived at our parent's place, she said that our dad was going quickly, so I arranged a new airline ticket for the next day. I have all these frequent flyer miles built up and apparently they are supposed to expire in June, so that made it easier to decide something. I'm going... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 