May 7, 2024
Reaching for a Helping Hand
“No more heroics,” my son Anthony says. His brother David would say the same. “No.…
April 23, 2024
My Grandmother’s Diary Imagined From Stories She Told
November 6, 1893 (Chicago) I’m nine years old, and I’m scared. Papa died yesterday. Momma…
April 10, 2024
First Spring Butterfly
On a rare sunny April afternoon, I sit on a round stone near Vic’s cairn…
March 26, 2024
Preparing for a Solar Eclipse
It will probably be cloudy here, because it’s March in the NY Finger Lakes. Still,…
March 12, 2024
After the Storm
“I lost big trees in the recent wind,” I tell the Finger Lakes Land Trust…
February 27, 2024
A Shining Light Breaking Through the Storm
"But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared to feel…
February 13, 2024
Divine Mother of Breath
I groped around in the dark searching for my ringing cell phone. It had to…
January 23, 2024
Sometimes You’re the Hammer, Sometimes You’re the Anvil
I hear my husband Vic's favorite words when he felt pounded by life. "Sometimes you're…
January 9, 2024
Aging in Place–with Help
On January 7, thick wet snow fell for the first time this winter. I wasn’t…