Winter Solstice: Rituals of Grief, Hope, and Laughter
In 2009, the year after my husband Vic's death, my sons and I created a solstice ritual.…
The Woman in My Dreams
In the dark days before Winter Solstice, I take stock of where I am and…
Hearing the Poet’s Heart
I sat in the front row of Weiskotten Hall in Syracuse, NY, just a few…
Dear Anxiety: It’s Time for A Heart-to-Heart Talk
I know you’re scared. I know you’re worried about the world. I know you’re uneasy…
When Forgiveness Requires Patience
"Instead of getting angry, nurture a deep caring and respect for troublemakers because by creating…
The Girl Who Believed in Good Government
On election night, I went to bed before 10 p.m. My breath was shallow. My belly…
Welcoming the Dark Time
“Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.” ~Madeleine L'Engle…
How to Remember the Sorrow We Can’t Forget
“I don’t come to Vic’s cairn so often now,” I said to my friend. She…
Why I’ll Vote for Hillary Clinton
My college years began with the assassination of John Kennedy in 1963. In 1968, the…
Keeping Love Alive When Grief Goes Underground
I miss my big brother’s Sunday calls. I want to tell him Bob Dylan won…