October of this year Randy and I were in Renton. We were down to see our dad who was sick. Traveling is hard for Randy, but it was important to be there and give my dad a hug. As part of our weekend together, Randy asked if I would take him on an errand. We … Continue reading It’s A Patty Thing
Loved Ones
Searching for Gratitude
Scott and I have a Gratitude Jar. It is a fancy glass canister with a lid that his parents brought us from their travels to Czechoslovakia. It is lovely, it has heft. Light dances from the etched glass. I am sure it is for candy, or treats, but ours is for gratitude. We write blessings … Continue reading Searching for Gratitude
Resolution for 2020 (and Forever)
Bonnie, my beautiful sister I updated my FB messenger the other day. A mundane task not worthy of writing about, except that later, I was searching for a date reminder on messenger when I discovered that now, with the update, I could see all my old messages! Messages going back ten years. Yes. Of course … Continue reading Resolution for 2020 (and Forever)
Among Wildflowers
It was stunning to lose David Bowie, and shocking to lose Prince, but somehow the death of Tom Petty just seems worse! I guess, unlike the other two, Tom Petty never "reinvented himself." He was always "real." He could have been your buddy. That angular, skinny kid with stick straight hair and overbite. He was … Continue reading Among Wildflowers
To Toast a Birthday
I just attended Nancy's 70th birthday party. It was lovely. Over twenty of Nancy's friends, a diverse group of women, represented by close friends, teaching colleagues, members of the book club, the quilt guild, the investment club (Wait... .what? There was an investment club?). There was wine and cheese and tears, because I am sorry … Continue reading To Toast a Birthday
A Letter to My Mother
Did you know? If felt like you knew. That last time I saw you, you cried. You NEVER cried before. And then you said, “I am going to miss them so much.” Why did you say that? It haunts me. And it tortures me that when I dropped you off at the ferry you asked … Continue reading A Letter to My Mother
Promises Made
It is 1966 on a long isolated stretch of the Alaska/Canadian highway. He pulls the dusty and battered white Pontiac to a stop. Gets out to stretch his legs. Leaning on the car he surveys his surroundings. The mountains simply stun him, the landscape takes his breath away. The air is cool and clear and … Continue reading Promises Made
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