Toni Lepeska
When a Parent Dies
Are you going through a storm? Do you feel battered by the modern world’s equivalent of swirling winds and pounding rain in a sea of uncertainty? I remember the day my dad died. He was there, and then he was gone, and there was nothing I could do to bring him back. The storm of …
I was a Daddy’s Girl. I didn’t know it until after he died. A boyfriend told me. You’re a Daddy’s Girl. I guess that means I was close to my dad. So is it any wonder I still feel him near? This Father’s Day will mark the 12th one without Dad. I don’t expect it …
Have you ever felt like a social misfit? The feeling was never greater for me than at the mega church I attended in junior high school. But I’d put that out of my mind until this past weekend. I dressed for comfort and convenience, not for style and statement. I wore my hair straight and …
I squealed and talked into the camera. A selfie video. I was going to take the calculated risk of being drowned in an endless ocean to do what my father had done. To follow his footsteps. Are you afraid? I am sometimes. I was afraid after my father died. I was afraid of a life …
Memphis’ first snow of the season reminded me of my daddy, and got me to thinking about how differently we can mourn the loss of each parent. Dad grew up in Connecticut and had a lot more experience with fierce winters than me. He once won a snowball fight so completely that I opened my …
