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 […]

Mourning Losses/Morning Losses

On a Wednesday morning a few months ago I sat at the table, my notebook in front of me, a stack of books on my left and big, hot tears running down my face. I was thinking about my granddaughter and how, due to an amazing advance in eye care, her rapidly worsening eye disease […]

The Green “Mr. Rogers Sweater” and Gifts of Love

I don’t have a lot of “things” that belonged to my Dad. I have a mug that I had engraved with “chairman of the bar”, because he built a family bar in the basement of my first home—a little cape cod. I have the cuff links that he wore when he married my Mom. They […]

The Green “Mr. Rogers Sweater” and Gifts of Love

I don’t have a lot of “things” that belonged to my Dad. I have a mug that I had engraved with “chairman of the bar” because he built a family bar in the basement of my first home—a little cape cod. I have the cuff links that he wore when he married my Mom. They […]

Laughter in a Cape Cod

What usually seems like just yesterday (but sometimes feels like so long ago), I was a young, single mother raising two beautiful daughters. We were—by the standards we in North America judge wealth—poor. I didn’t make a lot of money. I was putting myself through college at night—I often joke I was on the “20-year plan”. […]