Monthly Archives: May 2012

My Dad’s Hands

Posted on 2012.05.17 by cjromb

I loved my Dads hands. One of his fingers was crooked and one nail was bent. He wore his wedding ring still, even 30 years after my mom had died. His hands played piano and played guitar and laid out … Continue reading →

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The Bearable Weight of Uncertainty

Posted on 2012.05.12 by cjromb

I’ve always loved adventure. But there’s an odd dissonance inside me: I’ve always hated uncertainty. I dislike suspense more than anyone I know.  I read the end of the book before I can settle into the story.  I read the … Continue reading →

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How Is My Dad?

Posted on 2012.05.10 by cjromb

How’s my Dad?  You wonder. I wonder, too.  The truth is, I won’t know until later, until the time comes when all I can do to see this is look back in time from my future to now. How am … Continue reading →

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