Cinder Blog

Today is the 6-month mark since I lost Wayne. In some ways it might as well have been 6 years. I think of all he's missed in that 6 mont...

 This morning I went into the doctor at 8:00 am for my yearly Medicare physical. I had to stop eating 12 hours before, so by the time I got ...

 So Wayne's Celebration of Life memorial was on December 8 and it was a success, if you can use that word to describe that sort of an ev...

We came to each other later in life. I was 54; he was 60. We had both just been through unusually bad times, me a divorce that sucked the se...

 In 1988 I lost my grandmother. From my earliest memory until I started school, my mom dropped me off at my grandmother and grandfather'...

  He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought love wo...

 My brother, Ray, would have turned 75 today—if his life hadn't been interrupted by cancer, as so many have been. Too many. Cancer is th...