Author Archives: ziggityboom

On 8/8/88 I was 13 years old, and I went to my weekly tennis lesson on one of the hottest days of the year. When I came home, my mom sat me down to let me know that my grandma had taken her sister, Margaret, to lunch to celebrate Margaret’s birthday. On the drive home,Continue reading “Etched In Stone”

Here we are, it’s September. I’m staring down the barrel of my sister’s death anniversary (also known as my birthday) next month. It will be eleven years. Eleven entire years without her humor, her guidance, her bossiness, her making me double over with laughter, unable to breathe; eleven years without knowing her opinions. We hadContinue reading “You Can’t Make Dead People Happy!”

(A Feel-Good Story, I Promise!) For three years now I’ve gone running at the local cemetery. It started when my gym shut down because of Covid, and I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. I’m so glad I chose to run at the cemetery. There are lessons of love, kindness, respect, dedication, and friendshipContinue reading “Tales From The Cemetery”

It’s October again. My old friend(?) Grief has come back for a visit. Grief shows up with a box of memories, and plays them to me like videos to remind me of her laugh, her bossiness, her toughness, even her illness, even her pain. Grief asks “Shall I show you more?” And the technicolor moviesContinue reading “October”

Today when we arrived to see the George Floyd memorial, my 11 year old son emerged from the car wearing no shoes. “Put your shoes on,” I said. I was annoyed as my unruly and defiant child looked me square in the face, determined set to his jaw, and said, “No!” I sighed. I knewContinue reading “Defiant and Unruly”

I took the month of July off from running, and exercise of any kind. I had a lot going on so I focused on other things. Instead of running, I trained for the Olympic Junk-Food Eating Team and spent way too much time on the couch. I should know myself better than this by now.Continue reading “A Lesson I Have To Keep Learning”