by Hollye Dexter | Jul 27, 2018 | #tinystories, family, fire, Fire Season, motherhood, parenthood, parenting, self trust, surviving catastrophe, surviving fire
How many times had you crept into their rooms at night and pressed your face against them to hear the soft hiss of baby breathing, to feel that warm, sweet milky breath in your ear, always needing that reassurance that yes, mama, those babies in your care are strong...
by Hollye Dexter | Jun 16, 2017 | #resist, diversity, family, interfaith, motherhood, muslim community, one love, parenting, Resist Xenophobia, Societal Woes, teaching tolerance for other faiths, tolerance
Islamic Society of West Valley/ Inter-faith dinnerLast week, my eleven-year old son Evan confided in me that he’s been having some fears about ISIS, because of all that he’s seen on the news, and heard from friends at school. He told me that a few days before, a...
by Hollye Dexter | Oct 3, 2016 | #WeAreAllBarb, family, motherhood, Stranger Things, Stranger Things Costumes, Stranger Things party
Evan, 10 years old, just started middle school. It’s been tough for him because he’s amongst the youngest and smallest in the school, and since most of his friends went to other schools, he doesn’t know many people. He’s been miserable...
by Hollye Dexter | Jan 20, 2016 | Dan Haggerty, family, grieving, Grizzly Adams
On Monday night, when I spoke at my Uncle Dan Haggerty’s memorial, I told a version of this story, which captures what he meant to me, to all of us. Thanksgiving 1970. That’s me and my cousin Tracey up front, Uncle Dan and our moms and Grandma...
by Hollye Dexter | Jan 15, 2016 | Dan Haggerty, family, grieving, Grizzly Adams
It is with a heavy heart that I tell you my uncle Dan Haggerty has died this morning. Cancer.Fucking cancer. You might remember him as Grizzly Adams, the character he portrayed back in the late ’70s, but to me he was the only stable father figure I ever had...
by Hollye Dexter | Mar 22, 2015 | family, Grief, loss, loss of a loved one
Erin, our art teacher Phyllis, me and Anita, Getty museum 2000 –>It’s Saint Patrick’s day, and though I push away the painful truth that she is gone, I can’t get through a single moment of this day without thinking of Anita. Her beautiful Irish brogue,...