Over cold Love Streets at Karbach Brewery this week, my now-legal 21-year-old son, Burke, home from college (Roll Tide!), announced he is no longer a Leo. This little bombshell came from so far out of left field, I thought I must have misheard him. My hearing’s not the best, so this wouldn’t have been unusual. … Continue reading Who moved my (zodiac) cheese?!
I adore this pig. And the woman, Annie, who snapped this photo. Just look at that face. Have you ever before wanted to kiss a pig? I adore this piglet, too. I adore Beth Kephart, memorist extraordinaire, and her husband, Bill, sculptor and photographer. Last month we spent five days together on a farm in… Continue reading I love this pig.
“I don’t think there’s anything you won’t try.” I didn’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed. Leanne knows me better, I think, than I know myself. We have been friends for about 25 years, and we’ve been through a lot together. She’s the one who, probably 15 years ago, made the comment, “It’s never… Continue reading This week’s adventures: knuckles, knives and needles
I couldn’t wait for Jim to return home from his morning run, to show him what I had discovered. While blow drying my hair, with my head upside down, I glanced into our shower, and there it was. As plain as day. In one of the tiles in shower, a puppy’s face, staring back at… Continue reading The Puppy in the Shower
Today’s blog post is a spontaneous Public Service Announcement. I will keep it short in hopes you will read it. Please. I am passionate about two causes, adoption and organ & tissue donation. I have first-hand, life-changing experiences with both. Since embarking on my new writing career, I have discovered I can take words, ordinary… Continue reading Sticks & Stones
It’s been a while since my last post. My world has been turned upside down. I’ve thought about numerous posts: Friends therapy? (Why the hell not?) I miss my effing dog! It’s true: Be careful what you wish for. We are all effed up And, most recently: Just where is The Poor Farm, anyway? Since… Continue reading I’ve been away
I’m reading an interesting book, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End, by surgeon, writer and public health researcher Atul Gawande. Only halfway through, already I have stumbled upon a mini revelation I wanted to share. Gawande writes that through our modernization of medicine, we have succeeded in extending lives but have failed… Continue reading What matters, part 2
Bonus post this week, inspired by a response I received to my post yesterday. A friend from high school, a nice fellow with whom I stay in touch through Facebook, reached out to me last night, offline, to very respectfully and compassionately suggest the answer to my searching is to find God through the Bible.… Continue reading What I want you to know about me
On our walk yesterday, I asked my husband, “Do you think I should write about it?” I was half hoping he’d say yes, half expecting he’d say, “I’m not sure,” which means no. Instead he responded, “Yes, but it’s definitely the most out there thing you’ve done, yet.” Then he laughed and repeated, “yet.” No… Continue reading Of all that is, seen and unseen
This journey has taken me many places, but ultimately it’s a journey to the heart. To my heart. As I described in my About section, Pique is a blog for those of us who are seeking personal transformation without personal tragedy. Those of us who have spent the first half of our lives achieving and… Continue reading Who We Are and Why We’re Here
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