Go in Peace – A Film

Go in Peace – A Film

When my father died at the age of sixty-nine, in an alley in downtown Denver on August 5, 2013, the only things he had left to his name were the clothes on his back, his walker, the cell phone he used to call 911, and his military ID.  He didn’t even have a wallet to...
Piss & Vinegar

Piss & Vinegar

Once after one of his many brushes with death, my father filled out a Five Wishes packet. Under “If anyone asks how I want to be remembered, please say the following about me:” he wrote, “He worked hard at being a good person.  It was really a battle for him.” He...
Mi Rosa

Mi Rosa

When I told Chelsie my “Mi Rosa” story after returning from my honeymoon in Cancun, we laughed a very good, good laugh. I am emotional and sentimental at heart.  We all know this. Upon landing in Mexico, I was given a beautiful, light pink, almost peachish rose, and...
When Things Aren’t Alright

When Things Aren’t Alright

“I don’t like Nana be sick” my little niece said, her voice cracking, lip quivering, tears welling up in her eyes.  My mother had just been moved to recovery after an uneventful surgery, but she was experiencing some nausea, so she was retching.  The three-year-old...