Taproots

"What the missing dad doesn’t know is that the timbre of his voice, the slow tat, tat, of his footsteps along the hall, the sound of his razor buzzing communicate to his son’s ear, and with his son’s soul."

Roots

Beaming with pride and an apparent sense of rightfully inherited authority, he poised the long, flexible carving knife just above the center of the bird then apparently his voice melted in a rhythmic decrescendo as he burst into tears, crying out, “My father never taught me how to carve a turkey.”

Bridges, Windows and Mirrors

We need bridges, windows, and mirrors in our minds, all the time.

Gather up the Fragments

Welcome to my blog! Let’s start our conversation with why I decided to blog and to call this blog BreadCrumbs. Early on, I spent years asking all kinds of questions about family dynamics, personal and social relationships and decisions. Then there were the years I wondered what to do with all of the answers that seemed …