Life, Death & Turning 39

I’m turning 39 at the end of the month. 39 is not that old. 39 is ancient. It’s all a matter of perspective. For whatever reason, I clearly remember my dad’s 39th birthday. I remember the yellow light in the kitchen, the German Chocolate cake my mom baked from scratch, my brother and sister and…… Continue reading Life, Death & Turning 39

Grandpa Gratitude

I’ve been thinking lately about ancestral spirits, particularly my two grandpas in this lifetime, who’ve both passed away. Or rather, their energy has transformed from this earthly realm into whatever is next. Both of them served as soldiers in World War II. My paternal grandpa, Bennie, was born on April 6, 1918, a Czech-American in…… Continue reading Grandpa Gratitude