Today would have been my dad’s 93rd birthday. I’m bothered that I can’t remember how we celebrated his 89th birthday–his last. I think I brought him some favorite food for dinner and some favorite dessert, but I can’t be sure. That last year he didn’t leave the house . . . at all. Not even to get the mail. He didn’t eat much anymore, but still seemed to like McDonald’s and lemon meringue pie . . . and a martini. Was that what I brought? Did I make him a martini?

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This week I stumbled across an Atlas Obscura article about a clock museum in Vienna. I love clocks, watches, timepieces in general, so it caught my interest. It reminded me about a prediction my dad had for me. He said I would visit Vienna “under strange circumstances.” Continue reading →

Though my dad majored in psychology, he loved art, literature, poetry, and mythology. He taught Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain for a time, but generally art was an avocation. He drew and painted on and off throughout his life. For a couple of years, he created detailed drawings that he gave me every other week when we would meet for breakfast. These colored pencil drawings are ripe with mythological and mystical symbolism. Continue reading →