Category: thekuhlhuman

We tried.Oh, how we tried. Plans put on hold. Social circle weanedto us, plus two, sometimes plus four. We learned to live in this new world.  We tried.At first we doubted and disbelieved.And then we raged. Learning to trustand mistrust, fissures fused or formed.We sought solace in those we knew were our own.  We tried. Getting back into our work. Exhausted…

__________ I have, not so much a memory, but a series of sensory images from when I was very young, maybe two years old, of riding on my Dad’s back. I am in one of those 80’s blue canvas and steel backpacks, looking out over his right shoulder at a large body of water. It…

My Uncle Brian passed away a couple of days ago. I wrote this piece to be read at his funeral. Wanted to share. All we have is now sweet friends. __________ When someone we know and love passes on, we are called into a season of remembering.  Remembering who they were, the life they led,…