Picture this, me, hmm, you’ll have to use my profile photo, along with the rest of your subscribers , forming what I hope is a peaceful protest , in front of your home. Wherever the heck it may be.
I will be landing at JFK in several hours. I will keep a lookout. 😂
Brooklyn is home. Time for other stories. This piece was part of a collection of writing that I did over the course of a one year sabbatical in France. I was writing everything I had of importance in my life for my children and then my plan was to never write again. I succeeded at the first part. I failed at the second. Obviously I’m writing away still. 😬
The pieces are part of a collection called 365. You’ll find them in my menu bar if you’re interested. This one was about my first family. The others are still coming up. Threshold may be interesting to you.
Love! Death! Tragedy! Spirituality! Even more Death! Yay!
Oh. What an ending. "If you’re ever in Wisconsin you should go see her (and your grandfather). They are buried next to each other. Just head to the part of the public cemetery where you hear arguing (and laughter)." Yes! And then the part where you suggest she plays the same song when you've gone so you can fly to it, too.
I'm grateful to have found these pieces, Adam. Thank you.
I too feel like I had perfect moments driving with Gail in Maine with Bonnie Raitt on the radio. We sang along- especially a song with her refrain DEADLY.
Your perfect drive with her ashes and music I will hold in my heart. Your writing and remembrances move me so much. Thank you for sharing soul-fully!
Please feel to share or cite as desired, just include a link back and a brief description of the work would be deeply appreciated but is not necessary. Thanks for reaching out.
So tender and lovely. You made me weep on a Sunday morning.
A tear on the back of an index finger and a light chuckle is a perfect start to the day. I helped with one!
A comment before reading;
NO ,SAY IT ISN’T SO.
So. 😞
Picture this, me, hmm, you’ll have to use my profile photo, along with the rest of your subscribers , forming what I hope is a peaceful protest , in front of your home. Wherever the heck it may be.
I will be landing at JFK in several hours. I will keep a lookout. 😂
Brooklyn is home. Time for other stories. This piece was part of a collection of writing that I did over the course of a one year sabbatical in France. I was writing everything I had of importance in my life for my children and then my plan was to never write again. I succeeded at the first part. I failed at the second. Obviously I’m writing away still. 😬
The pieces are part of a collection called 365. You’ll find them in my menu bar if you’re interested. This one was about my first family. The others are still coming up. Threshold may be interesting to you.
Love! Death! Tragedy! Spirituality! Even more Death! Yay!
Yay to you still writing!
Woah. Thank you. That was so beautiful to read.
❤️🙏
Oh. What an ending. "If you’re ever in Wisconsin you should go see her (and your grandfather). They are buried next to each other. Just head to the part of the public cemetery where you hear arguing (and laughter)." Yes! And then the part where you suggest she plays the same song when you've gone so you can fly to it, too.
I'm grateful to have found these pieces, Adam. Thank you.
I’m grateful to have you as a reader. Thank you for reading and commenting. Soul food.
Adam, I think you caught the moon.
No moon, but I heard a few wandering barks. 🌕
Moving and written with your heart.
Such a gorgeous tale. Eloquently moulded.
Thank you so much. I wish there were better emojis for this sort of thing.
:)
Old school.
No words. Just breath and tears.
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My brain reverted to a 10 year old boy's upon seeing those two emojis together.
Standing in the midst of emptiness, the old wood boards forever whispering 1001 tales of a family bound by love .
Thank you, Lor here and for your comments throughout.
Your stand out phrase;
“Feel something…“
In return , I think the highest compliment I can give you; I could feel it. I felt it all.
Thank you.
And I have shared many times over.
Ah, Adam,
I too feel like I had perfect moments driving with Gail in Maine with Bonnie Raitt on the radio. We sang along- especially a song with her refrain DEADLY.
Your perfect drive with her ashes and music I will hold in my heart. Your writing and remembrances move me so much. Thank you for sharing soul-fully!
Bless you. And with this post my writing on my mother and father ends. I hope I did them justice warts and all.
But .... aren't we being short-changed Adam? What about the 987 other tales? Will those heart/harp-strings remain unpluck'd?! ❤️
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Hi Fawz,
Please feel to share or cite as desired, just include a link back and a brief description of the work would be deeply appreciated but is not necessary. Thanks for reaching out.
What jumped out?
Sadness is not the opposite of happiness.
Tears... So so beautiful in every way imaginable. Thank you for sharing these stories with us.
(Also, Follow is one of the greatest, and most beautiful songs ever.)