Hey Dad….how the hell are ya’? Did I ever thank you for teaching me to always ask why? And for making sure that I never take ‘no’ for the answer? And thanks for providing me with an arsenal of tools I can use to survive on my own merits…you taught me to be a feminist long before it was socially acceptable to raise girls that way. I miss those walks we used to take exploring our neighborhood and racing in Brand X…I really miss talking to you about life and the meaning of it all. I’m gonna let you go Dad, but before I hang up I just wanted to thank you again for being such a great dad to me and a wonderful granddad to those boys of ours. I love you.
…a conversation with my Dad the 1st Father’s Day without him
I keep a pile of ‘must read’ choices next to my bed for my daily nighttime reading ritual and when the pile starts to dwindle down I head to the library and stock up on whatever captures my interest. It could be the cover, the author, or a review that draws me to a book and I’ll happily browse the stacks until I have four or five additions to add to my stack. One recent library find, which I just finished reading, was the 
The Grey Goddess 