My mantle is empty. The neighbors lights are gone. The melodramatic daily hum has filled up days. Christmas is over. I looked at my mantle: a wasteland of disappointment. “Guess I’ll be looking at this blank canvas for another 11 months.” Then it hit me…MOM’S MANTLE! I pick fun at my mother. Each season or holiday is welcomed with… Read More
Death and the Empty Chair
Juneko. She was an acquaintance of mine. We were once friends, but time and distance separated us from building our close friendship. Even so, knowing she was on this earth, walking around and smiling, gave me great peace. When she died, the emptiness I felt was curious to me. She was not a part of my everyday life. We barely… Read More