The Denver skyline shot up during early 1980s, and, my dad helped build it. Dad, a welder, came to Colorado in 1979 for the construction boom. However, for much of his… Read more States of Permanence, States of Grace →
The kids and I went trick-or-treating tonight while Jim (he’s battling a cold) handed out candy. It was an evening of irony. Liam was being such a pain in the… Read more So Proud →
In the past I’ve written tributes to lost friends George, Mary, and Steve. Today I want to share the tribute I wrote for my friend Pam. She was killed last month in a head-on collision. Pam’s daughters agreed that we should share this, and one of her daughters read the words at Pam’s funeral. Pam’s church was so full I stood at the back and people were seated in the entryway outside of the sanctuary to say goodbye to this remarkable woman. As the terrible shock is wearing off, the… Read more My Friend Pam →
We could have been at gymnastics practice. We could have been at music lessons. Instead, we were in the backyard as last of evening light slowly faded and the sun… Read more Don’t Blink →
Nine years ago Jim and I closed on the sale of our townhouse. We moved in on a wet February day wanting a child we seemed unable to conceive, with… Read more Home →
Liam Is Home I was so busy buying flowers for the FABULOUS and exhausted teachers that kept my son safe throughout the past four days that I missed the buses… Read more Lost, Saved, and Spent →
My friend George died on April 29th. I wrote most of this post on May 1st, but it seemed too soon. I left it here in my draft folder and… Read more My Friend George →
I strongly believe every one’s happiness is his/her own responsibility. I can’t make anyone happy except myself, and no one can make me happy except me. I hold that standard… Read more It Can’t be Bought →
Amanda Rose Adams 