Singing, Pain, Tolerance, Dust

Singing   As the sun rose, I sat facing the garden. The trunk of the majestic locust tree was on the right, the branches of the stately pines, heavy with newly fallen snow were on the left. Nature was singing. I felt small—not only physically. I felt my incorporeal smallness. I thought about an evening when […]

Laughter in a Cape Cod

What usually seems like just yesterday (but sometimes feels like a lifetime ago), I was a young, single mother raising two beautiful daughters. We were—by the standards we in our country judge wealth—destitute. I had a meager job and was putting myself through college at night. We lived in a little cape cod. We didn’t […]