Patience & Fortitude

Father’s Day is every day, remembered

It’s always the holidays, isn’t it? Father’s Day (US) is today, and so my social media feeds are all filled with people sending love to their fathers or spouses, and fathers thanking their families for dedicating a day to them. Some of us post comments about how much...

Independence Day, 1996 – letter to a dead man

This letter is something I wrote about three months after my father died. It’s hard for me to read this letter; I was 26 and I think both my youth and my naiveté are pretty obvious, as well as my grief. I’ve changed a lot in the years since then. But I...

Leftovers of Life

More than 15 years after my father’s death, I have finally discovered the secret to his scrambled eggs. Now, most instructions for flavorful scrambled eggs say to add milk or cream to the eggs. I’ve done that for years, and it does add flavor and a certain “softness”...

That Sinking Feeling

I went to see Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows and was, of course, subjected to a barrage of trailers prior to the showing of the movie. Totally expected. Totally unexpected? Titanic. Apparently, we can now relive the magic as it is being rereleased to movie...

Welcome to the new blog!

If you typed in your usual address for “A Year of Living Dangerously” and ended up here, don’t worry. I planned it that way. I’ve relaunched the blog because I felt that the original direction I was headed was not working for me anymore as a...

Last Chances

I have a love/hate relationship with all the 9/11 memorialization that goes on every year here in the United States; as with most very public group mourning events, I think there is power in sharing our grief, but there is also far too much overblown sensationalism...