Archive for August 2014

To die, to sleep-

To die, to sleep-
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, For in this sleep of death, what dreams may come… Hamlet, William Shakespeare, the ultimate Dead Poet. I have to take a little pause in my self involved tale of going home to acknowledge the passing of Robin Williams. My heart is broken by his deep... Read more »

Baggage

Baggage
Family weddings. What can be more joyful?  Linking the sibling circle, celebrating rather than mourning. It is a chance to rejoice in our roots and see the future in our kids.  I’m from Royal Oak- I could torture the roots, trunk, branches and acorn metaphor to death as I am inclined to do. But I’ll... Read more »