Read, Walk, Breathe
When you receive this non-blog, I'll be at the tail end of a trip to Florida.…
Solo on a Bench Built for Two
“We’ll sit here in the afternoon sun when we’re old and too tired to walk,”…
The Missing Edge
I sit at one end of a pale turquoise couch in my brother’s living room.…
Listening to the Dark: The Descent of the Goddess Inanna
Ancient mythology has much to teach us about grief and mortality. In this post, I…
“Part of Living is Dying”: Interviewing My Sick Husband for StoryCorps
Vic and I waited in a quiet room in our friend Steve’s house while the sound engineer…
Follow an Intuition,Trust a Dream
Jean Raffa and I spent two days brainstorming and writing a workshop proposal. The night…
Time to Celebrate and Forgive
The flower-decorated cake says Happy 100th Birthday. We hand out forks and napkins. Around fifty…
To Forget and To Remember
The phone rang. That made twenty-two calls from my mother-in-law Virginia that afternoon. I knew…
When Listening Heals
“I have Meniere’s Disease,” I told the receptionist when I called Strong Audiology in Rochester,…
A Word that Changes Everything
“I’m sure it’s cancer,” the oncologist said in an I’m-telling-it-straight voice in 2006. He forced…