For death is but a passing phase of Life; A change of dress, a disrobing; A birth into the unborn again; A commencing where we ended; A starting where we stopped to rest; A crossroad of Eternity; A giving up of something, to possess all things. The end of the unreal, the beginning of the…

This morning, as I lie in bed, contemplating what the next few days might bring forth on all planes–physically, emotionally, intellectually, spiritually–what the days could look like, I begin to wonder how I could possibly best manage to “enjoy” them. As I contemplate how to cope with moving my mother from hospital to hospice, the…

Because my mother had a stroke last week, and she is, so to speak, scripting her final chapter, which is currently overflowing with love, laughter and song, I can’t help but to think about life.   And as I do, as I reflect on the meaning of life, a life well-lived, a happy life, a balanced…

The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.  ~ Maya Angelou How are YOU, Dear Tushkateer??!? It’s been quite the week here; chock-a-block with life. (Five Oy Veys and Six Hail Mary’s on that one!)  It included but was not…

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