Tag: finding my dad

  • Jenna

    A Second Chance

    A babbling brook of whys and what ifs. Where’s his second chance? His saving grace? That miracle lying in wait. So tied to our illusion of control, we beg and plead: he’s one of the good ones, please use it on him. In a single moment, our road map diverged from His. Propelling us off course, no turn-by-turn directions home.…

  • Jenna

    Something in the Way She Moves

    I miss the way his hands look and the comfort of his big hugs. What I wouldn’t give to listen to his memories, hear his perspective and feel his words of encouragement and praise that always held the weight of ten people. Sometimes, selfishly, it’s only him in his human form that will do. And still, there is beauty in…

  • Jenna

    I Found My Heart in San Francisco

    This land is your land, this land is my land… Pandora just happened to settle on these words chirped by Elizabeth Mitchell as we drove from Sausalito to San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge catches my breath every time I see it. At first just peeking over Victorian rooftops and then, in plain, awe-inspiring site. We rented a convertible, because…