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On Sunday we drove up to Tahlequah, Oklahoma for a sad occasion. A traveling companion joined us. No, it wasn’t my aunt or sister although they were both in the car. It was this little spotted ladybug. We discovered her on the passenger window almost as soon as we left town. My first instinct was to… Read more
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The benches were damp that morning along the hike ‘n bike trail there in Clearwater, Texas. Remnants of an early morning storm lingered and kept away the usual occupants of the park. No kids, no squirrels, no homeless people. Just me and the thin morning light kept each other company that day. I was… Read more
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A small van loaded with church youth kids is on a ski trip to New Mexico as I write this. Probably sitting in the front, the smallest and youngest of the bunch, sits my sweet niece Ashy (as my dad called her). She’s never been skiing before. I don’t know how she’s feeling right now, but I’ve chewed… Read more
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This morning I opened my eyes and the world was still turning. It still is, and more likely than not, it will continue to do so. Everything is real. Nothing has been a dream. Although it seems surreal, we laid my dad to rest yesterday in a beautiful service. A service I hope he would’ve been proud of. My sweet husband J-Dub… Read more
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Hello friends, Here’s a second story from my dad. This was dated January 27, 1996. It is called Marking One’s Progress Through the Ages on the Doorjamb of Life. He had celebrated a birthday 11 days prior. As I write this I reflect back to the 16th of January. That was the day that I turned 53… Read more
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My family and I are in the midst of burying my dad. It’s hard. But tonight we sat around my grannie’s kitchen table and told our stories. And we laughed. And laughed. And laughed. It’s good medicine. It’s what my dad would’ve wanted. My dad was a writer. He spent some time writing sports and commentary… Read more
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Today, I’m remembering my dad. I hope that’s alright with you. It’s been 2 years, probably about this time exactly, that he died. I miss him. A lot. Some days it hurts, and other days are just days like every other one that has come before. There’s a lot of good in this world, we… Read more
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This won’t be eloquent. I don’t have the energy to make it sound pretty. My dad is gone, and my heart is broken. A million shards. People say cherish the memories. And I do, and I will. But what about our plans? You may think I’m stupid, but I wanted him to see my chickens. They’re… Read more
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Yeah, it’s worth watching. Read more
Angel Wheeler 