Stories from the Steps

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  • Vol. 3, Chronicle 22: 40

    40: One year ago, exactly one week shy of our 39th anniversary, Miss Julie & I attended a wedding in the same gorgeous cathedral where we stated our vows. As I sat with my sons & daughters-in-law behind me &… Continue reading

    Vol. 3, Chronicle 22: 40

  • Vol 3. Chronicle 19

    BOTH SIDES NOW:Today marks day 18 since “the event”, my stroke. Today, closing in on two years of residency, I visited my mom at her memory care facility. Today was the hardest day since the event, a duplicitous day, being… Continue reading

    Vol 3. Chronicle 19

  • Vol.3, Chronicle 18

    THIS IS THE FACE OF AN UNEXPECTED MEDICAL EVENT: This Tuesday morning, today, I cried trying to put on a shirt. I got my arms & head through the right spots but it rolled up on my back & I… Continue reading

    Vol.3, Chronicle 18

  • Vol. 3, Chronicle 17

    VOLUME 3, CHRONICLE 17, THE STORY STARTED IN 1975:Stress. Two years ago, July 3, 2024 when I posted the 3 section work that follows as Volume 1, Chronicle 28, I had no idea of the stresses that lay in wait… Continue reading

    Vol. 3, Chronicle 17

  • Vol. 3, Chronicle 16

    STORIES FROM THE STEPS, VOLUME 3 CHRONICLE 16 – LISTEN TO YOUR DAD: Dear 3 year old standing by your dad, Last week we shared a birthday. On Father’s Day, I want to share something else. I believe this life… Continue reading

    Vol. 3, Chronicle 16

  • The Dementia Talks #22

    NOTHING:Monday, it was time to take my mom from a pedestrian bridge in our last talk to a church. It was a journey yielding nothing… Over the weekend while following like Jason & the Argonauts a YouTube golden fleece, I… Continue reading

    The Dementia Talks #22

  • The Dementia Talks #20

    THE DEMENTIA TALKS #20, WALKS & TALKS:Yesterday, on my normal Monday visit to my mom, another piece of her was lost as another matador arrived to fight the bull. Those questions I never asked, one because my dad made me… Continue reading

    The Dementia Talks #20

  • Year 1 ✔️, Year 2 ?

    YEAR 1 ✔️, YEAR 2 ?: So Miss Julie left for her pool’s first summer Saturday this morning. She departed with my traditional farewell of, “see ya’ Labor Day” & decompression arrived as I took my seat on the porch.… Continue reading

    Year 1 ✔️, Year 2 ?

  • Vol. 3, Chronicle 13: Car Line

    MORNING CAR LINE, A RANDOM TUESDAY:“…Don’t let yourself go,‘Cause everybody cries, Everybody hurts sometimes…”“Everybody Hurts”  ~~R.E.M.~~      Powerful lyrics I think about sometimes as I participate in one of the unanticipated joys of my job, morning car line. Every morning,… Continue reading

    Vol. 3, Chronicle 13: Car Line

  • VOLUME 3, CHRONICLE 11, ARPEGGIO, THE BIRTHDAY EDITION: Music’s broken chord, the arpeggio, occurs when notes normally played simultaneously are played individually. Anyone with someone suffering a physical or mental ailment knows the difficulty of dealing with brokenness of what… Continue reading

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