Walking Mother to the Gate
“You are a good woman,” Mother whispers as I lean close. “Why are you telling me this,” I say to her, not quite teary, because
“You are a good woman,” Mother whispers as I lean close. “Why are you telling me this,” I say to her, not quite teary, because
Picture a second grade class, decades before now. There were rotary telephones with party lines (which meant that sometimes you had to wait your turn
On this day, 50 years ago, Silent Bob and I married. On January 31, 2024, I will have been a widow for 4 years. It’s
On this day, eighteen years ago, at this time, Silent Bob and I lay on a bed in a Grand Junction hotel room, our grief
“Janet, stop jumping around and doing cartwheels in the house.” That was my dad, his temper often intensified by the hangovers and headaches that regularly
At this time in 1978, just two years in advance of what will be the hottest summer on record, I was in the hospital, laboring
This is a pubic service announcement about grief. If anything in this world is true, it’s the reality of grief and that it’s a part
I cook as an outlet these days. The process appeals to me, because although I am past the time of babies and teens, my time is still
Just like everyone else in the summer, I’ve done a bit of movie watching. Because I never know what the movie is about or how
I think about my Jake all the time. I think about him in heaven. I have since the day he died. Now the strange thing
For the fall semester of 2015 and spring 2016, the Jake Siefert Corp of Cadet Chaplain scholarship had two recipients! Rocio Guiterrez and Aaron Schneider
Not too long after my Jake went to Heaven, someone asked me if I had found out anything about him that surprised me. I said
Just a note from this side of Heaven on your birthday. To tell you I love you. I’m still trying to do something with your
It’s been spring break for most people. Some went out of town. Some tried to go out of town. Some stayed in town. Us? Well,
On my way this morning, rain threatening to drop out of the lead winter sky, I left the radio on the station that Silent Bob
This day 34 years ago I became a mother, a job that I longed for, one I hoped for. My first born, a son, who
Gloria moved among the hedges. She looked down at her body. She felt good. No phlegm rattled harsh against her ribcage. She was hungry. She
Much to the consternation of adult sons, my middle son and my youngest son have found themselves in residence at their childhood home. In other
Deep south Texas, having received no rain for the baking months of the summer of 2011, had finally gotten rain in late December. A late
This is the story of a dog’s life. It was the winter of 1998, a Houston Christmas Eve and the weather had been hovering around
I watched his little fuzzy head while he slept. As soon as he got some hair, it stood out around his head in a fine
Howdy, Happy Monday! Time for a confession; I never made it through Christmas the right way. Too many sons missing this year, despite John’s earnest
My dad told me, “Janet, don’t ever judge how someone grieves”. He said it in a voice that was at once commanding but filled with
Dear Jake, Happy Monday up there in Heaven. I wanted to tell you about something, son. Remember the time you took me to Mulligans to