The Name is “Mutti” Mutti was a speck of a hope of dust when she first came to life. In German, her name is a term of endearment from child to mother. I used it to call to my mother back then, but that was about a very long time ago when I was not…
It Starts Here … Deconstructing the anatomy of an open heart team is like reading the writing on a wall from some war memorial somewhere, remembering a lot of somebody’s, that were in a lot of battles somewhere, fighting for a lot of something. Nothing stands out. Different hats, different times, different weapons, for sure…
So came the day when two Titans Roamed the Earth: Evil incarnate: AKA “The Jackal”, AKA “Lizzerd” had laid waste to everything- including the waste itself… (Hmmm) The Jackal Meets: Elroy The Onslaught is Furious… The crows are gathering as the Jackal has the upper hand… But Wait ! From the Edge of Despair ……
So a visit to CraigsList, renders a picture of a puppy that leads to a phone call, and then a visit, and then a new member to the posse. His name was Tex- but he kinda seemed more like an “ELROY” for our family. He belches, grunts and pants as he sleeps behind me while…
It takes a while to digest stuff- Yeah- did a heart today, and then another- first was an aortic valve replacement- second was a guy missing the last half of his right foot, who had lost his wife a year ago and needed a new motor. Sometimes people send post cards to their loved one’s…
Wow… Made a difference… There was a soul about to be lost- a 14 day old baby without the diaphragm muscle allowed to sustain an equal break to challenge the country western songs we turn to when Life escalates to misery- yeah he didn’t really have that chance- just a gust of air to his…
The beeper is that slab of ice. Spanking cold water and a cardiac stress test in 2 seconds flat.
And….. We’re off. To God knows’ where, but off we went to fire up a little bit of funniness and and steal another billow from that ominously persistent cloud that has loved us like a glove for what seems like forever. It snuck and stuck, but now if you blink real fast, appears to be…
If you take the T out of a storm, it goes from ruthless to toothless. So it goes and so it went. A lot of lightning last night, a few gusts, a smattering of random water pellets to refresh and remind. A nice back drop for a much needed conversation with my daughter Maria. So…
A fresh face for a new beginning. Or so it seems…. The pessimist I am always that, but I seem to get more opportunistic as a vacation hovers, a scent of exuberance flushed to opportunism- a fresh wind to take from those that do not relinquish readily, anything to anyone. A hint of hope and…
Unwritten Feathers 