by skimhenson | Jul 16, 2013 | belonging, depression
At a friend’s funeral last Monday, I sat very still while they played Rascal Flatt’s song, Moving On. I wondered how many hundreds of times over the past few years I’d listened to the lyrics that said home would end up where I don’t belong. The song was one of a...
by skimhenson | Jul 8, 2013 | listening and talking
I posted last week’s story knowing I might hear back about being estranged from my mom. Sure enough, that evening I received an email from a stranger. She told me that I’ve wasted enough time and I need to go to Mom. My emailer was well meaning, I’m sure – just like...
by skimhenson | Jul 1, 2013 | acceptance
“You know I love you and I’m hear if you need me” was how my friend ended her message that let me know Mom is under hospice care. I keep up with my mom through friends even though she and I have been estranged for more than a decade. My friend, the one who sent the...
by skimhenson | Jun 24, 2013 | awareness and action
He smiled big and gave me a friendly nod as he peddled by on his blue and silver bicycle, then asked, “How are you?” The scene happened right after two young fellows in a red pickup truck revved up their engine to let the bicycler know he was in their way on the...
by skimhenson | Jun 17, 2013 | emotions, guilt, relationships
My lifelong habit of keeping company with at least one unlikable person is dying a slow death. I mentioned it as one of my monstrous habits in the last blog post, Where the Wild Things Are. Even though remnants of the behavior still remain, I’ve taken steps to change...