Double Sifted

Rejection in any form sucks. Rejection from someone you love sucks more. Rejection coupled with well-meaning condescension is irritating as well.

Categories: Sex, Marriage, Love

My husband came back after ten days away in London/Dublin and I had one of those God only knows what I'd be without you moments. I fell on him like a rabid animal.

Categories: Love, Marriage

Well its true I did in fact kick my fathers casket, but in all honesty he deserved it. Who tries to yell at a dead guy right? I do, and this is the story why.

Categories: Death, Love, Father, Mother, Grief

One of the toughest decisions of my life happened in the past two weeks when I decided to end my love affair with motorcycle riding.

Categories: Love, Motorcycles, Death

Mostly it’s the love that amazes me though. What will 3 or 4 children be like? Equally incomprehensible I suspect. Maybe we’ll find out.

Categories: Father, Son, Marriage, Family, Love

The Boy is planning. Planning a proposal.

Categories: Love, Proposal, Engagement

There are little secrets I know about people I’ve never met, or even spoken to. Not just any people, the ones that have lost children

Categories: Love, Mother, Parenting, Daughter, Death, Memory

He’s my big brother and no matter what, anyone who wants to mess with me will have to go through two rocks: my retired Marine dad and my Marine squad leader brother Charlie.

Categories: Brother, Sister, Love

Who among us, particularly those who live on with great loss, hasn’t felt that pull, that desire to stay angry, knowing you could not keep it up?

Categories: Love, Anger, Forgiveness, Justice

My sister actually WON a Teen Magazine "Long and Silky" contest and her prizes included wooden stacked sandals (what were they called??). I, on the other hand, sported a dreadful Dorothy Hamill haircut

Categories: Sisters, Love

Not long ago, I was standing up for myself in a conversation with my mother, tired of constant disapproval, which I ultimately know is just her concern for me.

Categories: Mother, Daughter, Love

“Maybe you could beat me?” “BEAT YOU?” “Yeah, just beat me now, and then I get soccer back?”

Categories: Parenting, Son, Discipline, Love

babe, you are sunshine. if you were a box, i'd become a ups man. and if the sea is your mother, i am your zinc oxide...

Categories: Friendship, Love

We had many, many years when the only thing we managed to do right was make babies.

Categories: Love, Marriage, Family, Babies, Vasectomy

I couldn’t erase those words, which suddenly threw a gravity into the entirety of our relationship.

Categories: Love, Relationships

There is something quietly reassuring, and incredibly empowering, about knowing there is someone out there who’s got your back. No matter what.

Categories: Mother, Daughter, Family, Love

No matter how goofy we'd dress, how moody and PMS-y we were, or what ingrates we could be, she was always, always on our side- ready to defend us or knock some much-needed sense into our noggins.

Categories: Mother, Daughter, Love, Getting Older

To hang out with Memaw meant being given an opportunity to perceive the beauty of life

Categories: Family, Grandmother, Grandson, Love

You forgiving me when you shouldn’t have, when you should have chugged wine and made out with my best friend and thrown a rock through my window.

Categories: Memory, Love, Death

It’s been six months and in a little while, tonight, you will be home for good.

Categories: Love, Longing

Said bullet arrived six weeks ago, approximately 110 pixels tall by 200 pixels wide, due to an accidental click of a mutual friend's Facebook profile and saw a thumbnail I could have done without seeing

Categories: Love, Sex, Jealousy, Breakup

Because of Karen and Valerie’s decisions and actions, my boys came through a horrific ordeal quite unscathed. That was the greatest gift they gave me: my children’s well being.

Categories: Friendship, Illness, Love, Recovery, Children

I want to say “be a man, love this child, show him and the world that disabilities don’t matter – Tanner’s disabilities are not a reflection of your precious manhood!"

Categories: Family, Muscular Dystrophy, Illness, Love

That’s my job as a dad, to set boundaries, to provide direction, to enforce rules. Sure, I play with the boy, and we cut up every day, but often I’m more the disciplinarian than the buddy.

Categories: Parenting, Discipline, Father, Son, Family, Love

And you want to be the Zorro of love, a crazy stealth bandit who has no regard for his own well being. In a word, me

Categories: Love

Here David was. An amazing dad and yet he was not going to get to see his son grow up.

Categories: Parenting, Mother, Father, Son, Cancer, Death, Widow, Love

For me, love is a process; a messy, inconsistent, lengthy, scary, definitively undefinable process

Categories: Love, Relationships

This is us without you, Chris. Today, Ian missed you.

Categories: Love, Death, Parenting

During one of my regular Sunday phone calls, a few years before she died, my mother bemoaned her rapidly fading grasp on reality.

Categories: Death, Love, Mother, Daughter

I'm glad Anthony talks to his brother.. it breaks my heart but I'm glad he has found a way to keep Micheal with him.

Categories: Brothers, Death, Love

Love

Rejection in any form sucks. Rejection from someone you love sucks more. Rejection coupled with well-meaning condescension is irritating as well.

My husband came back after ten days away in London/Dublin and I had one of those God only knows what I'd be without you moments. I fell on him like a rabid animal.

Well its true I did in fact kick my fathers casket, but in all honesty he deserved it. Who tries to yell at a dead guy right? I do, and this is the story why.

One of the toughest decisions of my life happened in the past two weeks when I decided to end my love affair with motorcycle riding.

Mostly it’s the love that amazes me though. What will 3 or 4 children be like? Equally incomprehensible I suspect. Maybe we’ll find out.

The Boy is planning. Planning a proposal.

There are little secrets I know about people I’ve never met, or even spoken to. Not just any people, the ones that have lost children

He’s my big brother and no matter what, anyone who wants to mess with me will have to go through two rocks: my retired Marine dad and my Marine squad leader brother Charlie.

Who among us, particularly those who live on with great loss, hasn’t felt that pull, that desire to stay angry, knowing you could not keep it up?

My sister actually WON a Teen Magazine "Long and Silky" contest and her prizes included wooden stacked sandals (what were they called??). I, on the other hand, sported a dreadful Dorothy Hamill haircut

Not long ago, I was standing up for myself in a conversation with my mother, tired of constant disapproval, which I ultimately know is just her concern for me.

“Maybe you could beat me?” “BEAT YOU?” “Yeah, just beat me now, and then I get soccer back?”

babe, you are sunshine. if you were a box, i'd become a ups man. and if the sea is your mother, i am your zinc oxide...

We had many, many years when the only thing we managed to do right was make babies.

I couldn’t erase those words, which suddenly threw a gravity into the entirety of our relationship.

There is something quietly reassuring, and incredibly empowering, about knowing there is someone out there who’s got your back. No matter what.

No matter how goofy we'd dress, how moody and PMS-y we were, or what ingrates we could be, she was always, always on our side- ready to defend us or knock some much-needed sense into our noggins.

To hang out with Memaw meant being given an opportunity to perceive the beauty of life

You forgiving me when you shouldn’t have, when you should have chugged wine and made out with my best friend and thrown a rock through my window.

It’s been six months and in a little while, tonight, you will be home for good.

Said bullet arrived six weeks ago, approximately 110 pixels tall by 200 pixels wide, due to an accidental click of a mutual friend's Facebook profile and saw a thumbnail I could have done without seeing

Because of Karen and Valerie’s decisions and actions, my boys came through a horrific ordeal quite unscathed. That was the greatest gift they gave me: my children’s well being.

I want to say “be a man, love this child, show him and the world that disabilities don’t matter – Tanner’s disabilities are not a reflection of your precious manhood!"

That’s my job as a dad, to set boundaries, to provide direction, to enforce rules. Sure, I play with the boy, and we cut up every day, but often I’m more the disciplinarian than the buddy.

And you want to be the Zorro of love, a crazy stealth bandit who has no regard for his own well being. In a word, me

Here David was. An amazing dad and yet he was not going to get to see his son grow up.

For me, love is a process; a messy, inconsistent, lengthy, scary, definitively undefinable process

This is us without you, Chris. Today, Ian missed you.

During one of my regular Sunday phone calls, a few years before she died, my mother bemoaned her rapidly fading grasp on reality.

I'm glad Anthony talks to his brother.. it breaks my heart but I'm glad he has found a way to keep Micheal with him.

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