Wyatt Time
January 15, 2026 You turned six months old this week, born to a mother whose own mother was already slipping away from brain cancer. We worried you might tip the delicate balance of a house already bowed by sorrow and bracing for loss. But you were anything but. You arrived steady. Soft. As if you […]
Celebrating Fathers in a worrisome time
Father’s Day snuck up on me this year—not because it isn’t important, but because life has been full: doctor’s appointments, physical therapy, travel delays, and the general chaos of being human in 2025. Herb and I are in Colorado, making this the first Father’s Day in years we won’t be with family. It feels strange—and […]
A man called Destiny
He hovers above, a shining pinpoint of light, so full of unconditional love, my eyes well immediately. Meditating, I float somewhere in between, held in my father’s embrace, a reminder of the tentative consciousness we inhabit. He was my first love, my first teacher, my safe place. He was also the buffer between my Mother and […]
In Praise of the Grandmothers
As some of you know, I recently became a Grandmother. George is two months and twenty days today, but who’s counting.
Becoming a Gigi has transformed me in ways I never expected. My heart, now three sizes too big for my body, alternately celebrates his birth and aches for the challenges I know he must face in this life.
We can’t protect our children from this world, but we can make sure they know how much they are loved.
Homecoming in Jersey
As the train pulled into the Hamilton, New Jersey, I suddenly felt ill. I looked at Herb, stricken. “I think I’m gonna throw up!” I moaned, “I’m scared!” Waiting to meet us at the station were my three half-siblings, Darlene, Lorie, and Tony. We’d discovered each other via ancestry.com “Hi Tina, my name is Darlene […]
February Morning
Morning, quiet, dark, solitary has been my favorite time of day since I had kids. Sometimes it would be just me and my baby, nursing, quietly in a chair, my eyes focused on this miracle at my breast, so tiny and vulnerable and my heart would clinch tight and an immeasurable sadness would grip […]
In Praise of the Learner
Perhaps the better title would be “in praise of the teacher” because who is the student without our teachers? We can all name people that have impacted our lives in a profound and lasting way; people who’ve shown up in our lives, expected and unexpected to change the way we think about ourselves, our capabilities […]
Mother Issues
I wish I didn’t but I do. I have issues; more than a couple. I’m a fifty-eight-year-old woman; I understand the nature of personal responsibility and don’t play the victim. There are simply facts that have influenced who I am and how I live in the world; one of the larger issues being my […]
The Power of Grace
I first saw you on the internet. You were my rebound baby- chosen on a whim as I mourned the loss of my sweet little rat terrier Belle, a victim of a hit and run. Belle was fierce and protective, exposing her tiny canines to dogs and humans alike, any creature that would dare intercede […]
The Case for Daddy’s Girls
I am a Daddy’s girl; always have been.
That’s because I got lucky; the Universe paired me with Ehret Oscar Ramey to be my counselor, teacher, mentor, protector and friend. Ehret Ramey was my adopted Father.
As a child he had curly hair, and his lower income family moved a lot which made him vulnerable to teasing and bullying. He learned to fight at an early age, which knowing him as I do, must have been hard because his inherent nature was so gentle. I suppose those fights helped define who he was and who he wasn’t because as my Father, he never chose a fight, but also never stepped away from defending what he believed was right.
