Wednesday, June 15, 2016

In The Swimming Pool

On the fifth grade field trip to the local swimming pool:

"Today was awesome.  I passed the swimming test.  We played basketball, volleyball, and had pizza.  Also, girls are so cute."

"Oh yeah?  Was it their swim suits that made them extra cute today?"

"No, it was the way their hair flowed all around them in the water."

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Wisdom of The Ages

"Mom you need to tell me when you're getting angry"

"Seriously, can't you tell?  Don't you know it's safe to assume that I will become angry with your repeated disrespect and disobedience?"

"But Mom in those times I'm too busy dealing with my own emotions, I can't also manage to understand yours too, so you have to tell me."

"So even though all indicators would tell you that I am getting mad, you want me to stop and announce it to you?"

"Yes, and please make it a little bit shocking."

"Huh?  Like I should yell obscenities at you or what?"

"You know how if you want to stop a bully you have to shock them by yelling "STOP" sort of in their face?  That shocks them and and makes them realize what they are doing and then makes them stop what they are doing.  That's basically what you need to do to me."

"How about if I give you a smack, would that also work?  Maybe a shock collar?"

"Yes, those would work too."

Saturday, February 21, 2015

What I Know For Sure

These last weeks have been filled with so many questions, grief, confusion, sadness, and anger. It won’t be the answers that ever quell the pain, they aren't ours to have.

What I know for sure is that Mark was a generous person and a good friend. He would go out of his way to help people, with little in return. He passionately wanted to bring peace to those with loved ones on the other side, he wanted to share his spiritual gifts and help others develop theirs. He was the man with the beautiful handwriting and addressed envelopes to Shaun with funny pet names like “Shaun Poo-Diddy Hughes” or most commonly “Spock ”.

Like most of us, his life held many contradictions. He showed the world confidence and ego, but was easily humbled. He could be secretive and sometimes impatient, but when he chose to, he shared of himself deeply. He had pretty good financial instincts, yet bought lottery tickets with the real belief he would win. He enjoyed the dream of what could become of great winnings--from companies to communities; he and Shaun were going to change the world.

Mark was smart and one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. I will miss the levity he brought into our world. He loved music and guitars. I often picture him in a sea of yellow rain slickers at a Rolling Stones concert, in the pouring rain many years ago. Shaun and Mark shared many experiences over their 25 year friendship—concerts, skiing, roller blading, practical jokes, dreams, the occasional mind meld, and lots of laughter.

What I know for sure is Mark loved his son, no questions there, none at all.

Mark, you are missed, you are loved. We wish you rest and peace.

Thursday, October 9, 2014


Seriously? Of all the pictures to illustrate our desert climate, this is what he chooses? I'm pretty sure we should have just let it go to school. I'm not sure which was better the look on Shaun's face when he brought it to me, or Nate's when the explanation clicked.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Miss Manners

"Mom, you may as well stop trying to teach me manners, I'm going to have to learn them from my future girlfriends who leave the table in disgust."

Thursday, February 20, 2014


"I feel like I will be moving from my home to a house."

Sunday, February 9, 2014


"I'm sad, usually I'm happy when I go down and see all the balloons and this time I wasn't." Nate age 9