Monday, June 4, 2018


I never knew much about my Grandfather's job.  I knew he was a police officer.  A Sergeant on the Chicago Police Force.  When he came home and the uniform came off and he was just Grandpa. To me he was just bigger than life.  A smart, caring grandparent. 
Years and years later more of his stories of his days on the job came out.  Stories shared around the dining room table.  In the garage while the lake flies buzzed around outside.  Scrapbooks.  Shared always when we were all together. 
After Grandpa passed my sister told me to "GOOGLE" Grandpa's name and Chicago to see more stories.  Looking at them know I can't help but smile.  He was good at what he did.  He was good at so many things.
Whatever is just.....

Friday, June 1, 2018


If my wonderful childhood memories were a movie Grandpa would be The Producer.  He set the scene and stepped back and let the Directors (Mom and Grandma) do their thing.  
There was so much good. The good I needed so this body today could look back and see the beauty of her childhood.
Whatever is Lovely....


Looking back "On This Day" has been hard lately. The pictures, the words all represent 'the last.' There was anger and sadness and confusion. In these moments I was looking for any sense of peace. I found that peace in nature. Any chance I had to escape I did. Hoping all the mixed up feeling would somehow quiet.
My first 'last' was Mother's Day. One year ago Mother's Day was 'the last' time I saw Grandpa and talked with him. This year I cried on the way to Oshkosh. I came home knowing we made him proud. We all were there for each other. We were FAMILY. That is how we HONOR you.
Whatever is Honorable.....

Sunday, May 6, 2018


Life doesn't seem fair 
and I am a witness.
"I don't believe in God"
she says
And I have nothing
to refute it.

I seem to push through

wanting to hope
that a better day will come.
And maybe that's God
or maybe it's just me.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Day 2

Just a few weeks ago Someone said I was really good at my job.  It felt good.  No great.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Day 1

1. The fam
2. Rocky Bo
3. My music playing and no one complaining
4. Kindle
5. Deckle edged book
6. New fleece blankets
7. New socks
8. Worn-in jeans
9. Hot coffee
10. Fresh flowers from the Farmer's Market.

Monday, May 1, 2017


What if i woke up 5 minutes earlier to write something.  Then 10.  20.  an hour.  I could lose sleep over this.
The other day I had to write and I couldn't.  A beautiful story of friendship, laughter, heartache and it all slipped through.  I felt out of practice.  I want to write long.   But all that comes out are short.  Spurts.
I don't want to pressure myself but feel I need to pressure myself.

Sunday, April 30, 2017


Making the conscious choice
those who walk this path.

To walk side by side
Holding hands
To our back
following in the footsteps
of those before.
In front
to show us the way.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017


I tried.
I said what I needed to say.
And come to a point of honesty
I didn't think could happen.
There is pride in what I said.
And sadness it wasn't heard.

Monday, February 27, 2017


I tried a little harder
or so I want to believe.
I asked and gave.
A little bitter at times.
I'd like to think
this is the fear
but the bitter tasted so sweet.

Sunday, February 26, 2017


I am always grasping 
at something I can not have.
A story left unfinished.


I never knew much about my Grandfather's job.  I knew he was a police officer.  A Sergeant on the Chicago Police Force.  When he came ho...