Grieving Grandma

Grieving Grandma

I begged, pleaded, “Can I please have one more?” My grandmother acquiesced, and gave me three, instead of two, hand crocheted dish cloths. I wanted them for a few reasons. Namely, my grandmother had earlier admitted that she was ready to die. She was...
Our Reductionist Dualism

Our Reductionist Dualism

I’ve done my research, and the only question I have is, “What’s all the fuss about?” My research consisted of three videos and some headlines, quite extensive in this day and age, yet the question remains the same, “What is all the fuss...
Grieving Grandma

Diverted

The salsa was made. 9 cups. The guacamole was created. Maybe 2 cups. It was packed. It was ready. Now all we had to do was get the rest of our stuff: swimsuits, towels, water bottles. We’d have to stop on the way to get ice. But, then, we could play, munch, and...
Grieving Grandma

Setting Teams up for Success

She looked at me like I was crazy. I had said to her, “I would rather be in an environment that sets you up for success and not failure.” I could imagine her unstated rebuttal: there is risk inherent in everything, every job requires peddling a good or...