By Any Other Name…
What I’ve realized, though, is that these various incarnations of my name are like Hansel and Gretel’s breadcrumbs to my memory. As someone whose had two small strokes already and probably will have another one eventually, any tools that amplify my memory are good tools.
Being Welcomed Home… Again
Another welcome home from the Arroyo family.
A Composite Life
A poem about the new growth in families.
Interwoven
I am finding a new level of joy and wholeness in this process that I never imagined possible. I am looking forward to seeing what grows from the seeds that were planted this week.
Four Brothers
Today will be a landmark day in my life. It will be the first time that my three Arroyo brothers and I will all be in the name place at the same time.
My Father’s Son
We were looking through the papers he had previously shoved into the little plastic bucket where he kept such things. After he had gotten the junk mail and paper trash out, one of the papers he’d left behind was askew, so I was adjusting it. He lightly slapped my hand and said, “Stay outta there!”
It’s Too Early…
It dawns on me that as my father, I can make a few assumptions about him. One is that things are as they are and there is no reason to fight against the tide. Not unlike a surfer, the only way to claim a wave is to climb on top of it and slice one’s own path into the wave, riding it to its culmination. That’s just the way he handles things.
