Good late evening or early morning, It is 11:38 p.m.,; so while it is technical a very late “good evening”, I am asserting for me it is very early morning. That is because I just woke up, after going to bed, for probably the 15th time in the last month, before 8:30 in the evening.Continue reading “Kairotic Moments – Rhetorical or Fateful?”
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Seasons Continued (pun intended)
Hello at 12 :50 a.m., I am awake probably because I went to bed at 8:40 last evening. I read blogs and commented for a while, but I hit a wall and decided to sleep. I have set the alarm for 5:00, but today looks like a bit of a blur, and my brain isContinue reading “Seasons Continued (pun intended)”
Temporalities
Hello from the Detroit airport, I am quite sure that this post might be a tapestry of thoughts, emotions, and memories. As I sit in the airport my mind seems to be a conundrum of possibilities and requirements, opportunities and necessities, remembering the past and imagining the future. I have my earbuds in and ironicallyContinue reading “Temporalities”
Processing Evil
Hello, It is about 1:00 a.m. in Poland and I am flying back to the United States in the morning, but I wanted to get some things down here in my blog before I leave. Today I went with the group of students from Bloomsburg University and Dr. Polyuha, who was gracious enough to letContinue reading “Processing Evil”
Understanding What Matters
Hello from JFK, For the second time in 5 months, after not being out of the country in almost a quarter century, I am leaving for another country. This time Germany and Poland. I am hoping to get some research done on George’s background and the places he lived. I am actually in Berlin andContinue reading “Understanding What Matters”
Being Worthy
Good morning from the airport in Charlotte, NC, First, thank you for the texts, the comments, the tweets and the other ways in which so many of you have reached out and shared your kindness and concerns over these past days. I actually stopped to see Lydia one last time before I left Menomonie atContinue reading “Being Worthy”
Saying Goodbye to an Unequaled Love
Good Christmas Morning, As I sit in Lydia’s room, my brain flashes memory after memory of Christmases past through the movie screen inside my head. My earliest memories of Christmas are always at my grandmother’s house in Sioux City, IA where I grew up. My grandmother had a sort of an old farm house outContinue reading “Saying Goodbye to an Unequaled Love”
When Days Turn to Hours Turn to Minutes
Hello from Comforts of Home in Menomonie, I am sitting at Lydia’s bedside and she continues to amaze us as she has slept, but continues to simultaneously fight and fade. I use those words in that order intentionally because up to this morning that was the order in which I would say things have occurred.Continue reading “When Days Turn to Hours Turn to Minutes”
Fearing the Unknown
Good morning, Is early morning as I begin to write this, it’s not quite 4:00 a.m. and I am sitting in Hazelton out in the street because I’m early and I do not want to get the Galáns up before they’re ready. I am headed to the airport to fly back to Wisconsin. This isContinue reading “Fearing the Unknown”
Understanding Afterwards
Hello from the acre, This past week was a whirlwind of events, places, thoughts, and emotions. I imagine each week is actually the same, but when we are in our same routine, we have a tendency to overlook for we fail to notice those things. The point of routine is security, perhaps productivity, but itContinue reading “Understanding Afterwards”
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