Paying attention to the beauty

Paying attention to the beauty

It can be so easy to miss–amidst the complaints and heartaches and hardships. But when I can pay attention, the beauty is all around me. As stunning and real as any bit of pain. Pristine, even. Just there. And...
When complainers are a good thing

When complainers are a good thing

Marcy gets up enough courage to go to her boss and tell her that she didn’t appreciate her talking to another employee about Marcy’s problem without coming to Marcy first. This is a big deal for Marcy because her boss—call her Denise—doesn’t always respond well...
Dad dies, but his gift lives on

Dad dies, but his gift lives on

Patrick Francis O’Connor, my father, died last week. He was only 76, but he’s been sick for years. We’ve had the emotional whiplash of “last moments” over and over again: Surely, he won’t make it home from the hospital again? This time the pneumonia will take him....
Everything is temporary

Everything is temporary

My father is in the hospital with pneumonia. Again. He’s been unwell for years. Late stage diabetes is a horror. In and out of comas, falling to the ground, hitting his head, losing a little bit more memory every time he recovers. His multiple back surgeries keep him...
Reading your own body language

Reading your own body language

I’ve spent a couple of days out flat: coughing, sneezing, and miserable. But this illness is cake compared to how I used to get sick. Like the time I was at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts for some exhibit I couldn’tmiss. I could barely stand I was so sick. I was...