I’ve been avoiding this blog… mostly because I’m still wandering about in the land of loss, pain and disbelief. I’m beginning to wonder if a...

I'm having trouble breathing past the tightness and the pain. Jude is dead. Now my family has a Jude-sized hole in it. And it really hur...

I made a small mosaic the other day for a friend. It was her 60th birthday. At the party someone asked me about soul-mates... inferring th...

He'd be 82. I miss him. I wish he was here so that I could call him, although I rarely did (*shame*) when he was alive. He was born ...

I just learned that a friend from years back died from a heart attack this past Friday. He wasn't even 50. It's very sad. And even...

It seems to me, after these past 10 days, that the death of a dear one makes us feel like we are ourselves lost. Tragic, unexpected, untim...

A great friend is gone and today, or tomorrow they are turning off the machines that are keeping his body alive. A new experience for me and...

Dad's obituary was in the weekly paper one year ago today, along with a photo of him with his motorcycle (although they cropped most of ...

Last year at this time I saw my father for the very last time. He was laying on a table in the mortuary. Cold and smooth. I touched his fa...

I started this blog on August 2nd of last year. I had just learned my father was dying of lung cancer. The bridge in Minneapolis had just co...

I made the biggest mistake I can remember making. My father was dying. We knew this. Over the last few days he had nearly stopped eating. Th...

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Oh no. Robert Rauschenberg has died . As an interdisciplinary artist who works in a number of media, often combining media, materials and t...

It has been five months since my dad died. I was not certain. I had to count on my fingers to figure it out. Sometimes it feels like such a ...

Okay, I admit it. I was (am) a fan of Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter. I know he was a geek, but he was such an entertaining geek. I spent ...

It is very hard to remember that my father is gone. I keep thinking about things I need to tell him or show him. It is sort of funny, well n...

Last night marks four weeks since my father died. I tried not to think about it too much. I am not into avoiding thinking about it, but I do...

There are two more fiber sculptures in my show. This one is called Glimpses in Time, and it tells the story of my father's life. It is h...

We are back home now. We made fairly good time coming back - left around 8:30 (our time) and got to Winona around 6:30. I only got sad onc...

We had a visitation and memorial service for my father today. I made a video for the visitation. We scrambled for photographs, searching m...