First Daughter

First Daughter

The first born daughter is always the female version of her dad. Father’s Day celebrations approach and I’m sad that my dad isn’t alive. Yet he’s not forgotten, forever in my heart. We brought him to California a year after my mother died (see...
Limerick

Limerick

Limericks are a form of poetry, an affinity I inherited from my dad. I can quickly quip, like he did. This makes my heart glad. ‘Tis fitting to speak of this after eating my fill of corned beef and cabbage to celebrate St. Patty’s Day. ‘Tis. Named...
Living Life as a Miracle: My Lazarus Dad

Living Life as a Miracle: My Lazarus Dad

There are few words that can tilt your world faster than “You’re fired.” Unless it’s “Your dad’s in a coma and not expected to live.” Two conversational clips that I heard within an hour seven years ago. St. Patty’s...
Word of the Day: Zeugma

Word of the Day: Zeugma

You know that I am a lover of words, alliteration, onomonopea, all syllables and sounds that glide off the tongue tip as smoothly as gin glides on. Here’s a good one, a ‘doozie’ to behold:¬†Zeugma. PRONUNCIATION: (ZOOG-muh) Sounds like the car horn of...