Sister Rain’s Note: In 2015, I published 9.5 parts of “Piper & Me: A Love Story.” Beginning in March 2024 I reposted them weekly. I have since written new chapters and will continue to do so. If you would like to read any of the parts, type “Piper & Me”…
As we crossed the bridge into Cape Elizabeth, Maine, I was transported back to an early morning last December. My husband and I were at Arlington National Cemetery, waiting for the gates to be opened for the start of Wreaths Across America Day. We had only been home from Washington…
When we are very young, we cling to our parents. Once we have entered double digits, it does not take long before the battle for independence begins. By our teenage years, this fight makes the Revolutinary War seem like a discussion with your spouse about what to binge next (although…
How is it, do you suppose, that blue became the poster child for sadness? It doesn’t seem fair that this one color bears the burden of unhappiness. “Blue Christmas” is the anthem for the melancholy during their least wonderful time of the year. If I had been given the choice…
When you live with a disability, you spend your days adapting to a world created and operating for anatomically correct people. Sorry, Ken. I have never liked the word “accept” but “adapt” is something I can get behind as it is necessary to survive when something goes wrong with your…
During the first weeks after a vacation, I am always thinking about what I was doing at that same day of the week and time while I was away. Friday, 2 pm: Whale Watch, Boothbay Harbor, Maine. Sunday, 4 pm: Seahawks game, Lunen Field, Seattle, Washington. Wednesday, 7 am: Pink…
Piper waits his turn with our other founding feathers to sign the Declaration of Independence. #sisterrain #birdmom #adoptdontshop #parrotsofinstagram #conure #ahelpingwingparrotrescue #fourthofjuly #foundingfeathers #piperhanco
Most of what I write about here has already occurred, a trip or an experience I have had, and, therefore, photographs have been taken organically. When an image is needed, I will figure out what that is, often asking my husband for assistance as documented in the story, “From Hubby…
In December while traveling to the Washington, DC area, my husband and I went across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge (not to be confused with the tunnel). I thought about the places Mister Rain and I have been in the last few years. The water beneath us, I realized, is the…
Sister Rain’s Note: This is the third story in a series about Wreaths Across America. To read the previous posts, click on the following: Wreaths Across America – The Day Wreaths Across America – The Person Wreaths Across America – The Essay As I passed by the Christmas decorations…
