Tag: Father
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Papa’s Chair
We’ve had the chair for eight years, but it’s been used with such love and bottom commitment that it could pass for an antique. Papa sits there after long work days, often watching sports with whoever is in the house. Unless it’s the grands. When the littles are around, they often crowd around him, scrunching…
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Family Matters
We are so very different. We disagree in politics. Our views of global issues don’t always coincide. We look at the world from different perspectives. When the five of us are together none of that matters. Family isn’t always easy. Siblings disagree. As kids, we had unique ways of fighting with one another. Dad always…
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Love Is Better Up Close
Quarantining is messing with my people-time. It’s interfering with opportunities to connect with those I long to be with. Poor John is the recipient of my overabundance of words not used on typical workdays. Isolation and I don’t get along well. However, three of my kids and their families live in Central Florida; to be…
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Could I Just Cozy Up For Now?
There’s something so calming and decompressing about the loving arms of a caring father. As our family grew, I was the one that was on the front lines daily, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, supplying the needs for our six children. But when Dad came home, all focus was on him, his presence, and all the…
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Real Love Is More Than A Feeling
Cal didn’t care if it was a holiday. It didn’t bother him that lots of people were at their home to celebrate Easter. He was miserable. His breathing wasn’t what it should be, so he was on medication that didn’t really fix anything. Just made him more awake in his misery. All he wanted was…
Tip of My Iceberg 