The goal was written in dry erase in case it should be changing. I wondered about pain as I sat in my father's hospital room Wednesday, May 29th, 2013. The day of his bypass surgery, and my little brother's 34th birthday. I wondered about how much pain a person can endure before it kills them, feeling grateful that my own comes with frequent pause. CONTINUED.... If you would like to read the full article please cut and pace the following URL :) http://wp.me/p30B8m-Sf Go to BodyBlog

It is just another ordinary day.... My daughter Sapphire scowling from her bed, tucked under covers instead of getting ready like her mother asked her to. “Please come eat before your food gets cold,” I say, feeling an awful lot like Martha Stewart minus the federal prison. I am still smiling. I start to lose that composure by the fifth time of asking, but I am sure I managed Steddford. The smile still plastered, “Sapphire, NOW please. I am not going to ask you again.” CONTINUED... If you would... Go to BodyBlog

I love that there are still people in the world that say, “Hey can I take your shopping cart for you?” She makes a magic day by adding, “I think I see you running down the road with a rubber chicken.” :) Go to BodyBlog

Tired today. Still not out of bed tired. Just spoke to my dad and he is tired too, but there is good news. His Kidney function is improving, and he is gaining weight. His heart is strong enough to take the surgery. Wednesday is the big day and my own heart is whispering.... He is going to make it, and he is going to get better to the standard of a quality life. Even his leg will stay, because he needs it to ride that bike he hasn't been on in years... CONTINUED- If you would like to read the... Go to BodyBlog

"Did you write about our day?" he asked. I told him that I hadn't, but that I had thought about it. The tide of my memory lapped at the detail of water at mooring. He had asked me to describe it as we pulled into port. I found my mind grasping, near empty, like lungs held without purpose of air. I was nearly absent under the Tacoma skyline, my lips parted to the taste of the city as I remembered surrendering to it. I was in love, had fallen, when I first drove to find my new studio... Go to BodyBlog

Online dating is at the very least, interesting. The following is in response to my dating profile. I did alter the author’s name & username in respect to privacy. Tat2lover56 39 / M / Straight / Single Tacoma, Washington “Okay. First of all, I read your profile several times — not because I am slow or lack. intellect,’but because it was/ is important to me that I respond to you. My name is Jacob, and the simple truth, the bottom line, Amber, is what you already know. Life is a process. Now,... Go to BodyBlog