A familiar line I heard often as I headed out the door for school was – “You’re a Scott, live like one!” It was Dad’s way of reminding me that I had family name that was honorable and it was… Continue reading

Yesterday’s dawn was not a bright moment for me.  Even as I awakened I felt the grey fog of grief around me like a wet blanket. It was not unexpected! Last week we went through the rituals that followed the… Continue reading

Passionate people will not stop talking about that ‘thing’ that makes life what it is. Down deep we may admire their commitment, but occasionally we might wonder about their sanity, especially if we do not share their love for whatever… Continue reading

Just down the road from my house are a couple of small stores where I can buy a loaf of bread, a gallon of milk, aspirin, and even gasoline for my car. These small shops are rightly called ‘convenience stores’… Continue reading

My koi pond has a little waterfall. The sound of water cascading down the rocks sooths me when I stand there. I love listening to the surf at oceanside as well as the song of the water tumbling over the… Continue reading

Yesterday I stood next to yet another grave and spoke those words ‘ashes to ashes, dust to dust’ as we laid the body of my father in law in the ground. Grief has become a familiar friend. I did not… Continue reading

Remember when you were a child and you played at some role?  Dad bought me an old car to run in our farm fields when I was about 13. Gunning that little Plymouth Valiant around the dirt oval in made,… Continue reading

There are those who love camping. They leave their houses – compete with comfortable beds, air conditioning, and bathrooms – to live in a tent where they can experience all those wonderful things like insects, sleeping bags, and campfire meals.… Continue reading

The frustration, the disappointment, the apparent lack of options made a person I was meeting with feel boxed in, wondering what to do next. Every choice available had such cost – come, go, stay, walk away?  I could empathize!  Dealing… Continue reading

For two days my focus has been with Dad Catalano (my father in law) as his body is failing.  The strong hands that could take some pine boards and make a beautiful table lie folded, occasionally feebly moving in slow… Continue reading