Loss in the shadows

Funny how sometimes you do something, and only afterwards realize that what you were actually doing was something totally different. I know this statement probably makes no sense. But I spent this morning roaming around Lake Chabot looking for my missing kitties. Someone on the street had recently trapped the cats on our street and... Continue Reading →

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The naked tree

In my last blog entry I posted a lot of pictures of "Michaela's tree," with years and years of ribbons hanging from it. Then later that day I got this text message from a friend of Michaela's. I was shocked to see this tree standing there with every trace of all the love we had... Continue Reading →

I apologize, but I just might explode

Okay, I've been a little crabby lately. My new anti-seizure med, keppra, is known for making people irritable and depressed. It took awhile for this side effect to make itself felt. I think as long as things were sailing along in life, it was cool. What I have found to be true about depression, though,... Continue Reading →

What about Michaela?

In just a few months now, it will be the 30th anniversary of Michaela's kidnapping. Two months after that, it will be Michaela's 40th birthday. I am still kind of lost as to what to do about this. The normal, regular thing, tying yellow ribbons on the tree at the market? I don't know. I... Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday Michaela

I was watching Call the Midwife the other day, and one of the characters said, "The future is hidden from the young. That is perhaps their blessing, and their curse." My mind went immediately to one of the images that always comes up for me, just caring for Michaela as a young child, playing with her... Continue Reading →

Dream about Michaela

I do not ever dream about Michaela. But last night I had a dream that touched me deeply. It was odd, and Michaela was both herself and not herself, and the circumstances were different and odd, but it filled my heart. In the dream, I was running around town and I got a call from... Continue Reading →

Dear Michaela

Dear Michaela, I was thinking about this blog this morning, and my letters to you, and why I do it. I have gotten to the point where I bristle when people want to talk about your case. It literally sends bad feelings up my spine. No surprise, I guess. It will be thirty years this year... Continue Reading →

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