Does it edify?

Does it edify?

My Grandfather’s bible is a wonderful thing. A holy thing, of curled and gold edged pages. King James, and underlined. Leafed through and notated and well used. Well loved.

My Grandfather, a tall man, a gentle man, with a voice that was strong and real and devastating. He spoke truth in the tone of pure love. He spoke truth in a lilting and glorious tumble of biblical fire. I could feel the fire of his voice lick at my toes as he spoke, raise goosebumps on the back of my neck.

A simple ” I love you” was divine scripture. (more…)

Therapy Notes: just the right amount

Therapy Notes: just the right amount

Sometimes, I think, he likes to see me cry.

Sometimes it feels like he does it on purpose. Then, other times, in the tumbling waves of our turbulent conversations a topic comes up and grasps me; unaware.

This particular topic never fails to leave me a mess. I am unable to completely control the tear flow. I cry, looking away from him, from my stone lady in whom I almost always seek solace. I look out the glass door to the parking lot, watching people drive to separate lives from mine. Yet, he never looks away from me. (more…)