Remembering: Feb. 23, 2007

8 years ago today, my Dad, Jim Heaney, left this physical world to journey beyond. I miss him. Two weeks before he died he spent a week looking after his three grandchildren, with my Mom, while my husband and I SoulStrolled in Paris. He loved them dearly and I wish he’d been able to have…

Ode to my Father’s Knee

You bore the weight of loss upon your body from a young age; your little knees torn and scratched from playing football on the gravel ground, bled the pain and carried the scars of your mother’s life – gone, at such a young age. Your father carried you as best he could dressing you each…

Searching for beauty in the desert

Yesterday, I  returned from a four day trip to Albuquerque, N.M. Upon first impression it was: barren, desolate,  and brown. The  city and surroundings felt worn out, old and tired. I was there because my eldest daughter was participating in the WAC indoor track championship for Seattle U. She’s a thrower; translation, she spins in…