The Great Pumpkin Contest
In 1981, my husband Vic organized a “friendly” competition. The Ball Diamond Rd. team of close friends who lived a few miles away went vine to pumpkin against our team, the Picnic Area Road team. There were no set rules and no history to lean on, although later there would be disagreement about unspoken assumptions. […]
I remember the tense discomfort of my flimsy excuse, but don’t recall just what it was. I remember the relief of avoiding being face-to-face with a dying person. In 1991, I hadn’t learned to sit with death, witness suffering, or wait for the last breath. I didn’t fly to Florida to say goodbye to Benny […]
1. My Loving Family 2. The Women’s March in Washington, DC, January 2017 3. Bluebirds with Five Healthy Nestlings 4. Raising and Releasing 16 Monarch Butterflies 5. […]
My ability to push against fatigue and check new projects off the endless to-do list ran away from home. I’ve looked for her everywhere. Believe me. I have. The Muse refuses to answer my calls. In a dream last week, I growl at a fragile young girl who hides her hurt feelings behind a frozen […]
I was once an extroverted girl who loved loud Motown concerts and learned every dance on American Bandstand. I liked singing, acting, and jiving with friends, my husband, and our sons. I loved concerts, opera, and plays but, in recent years, complex sound hurts my struggling ears. With well-learned lip reading skills, high-tech hearing aid […]
On mid November days, loneliness and hopelessness descend like evening fog. Is it the darkness, the limited light and long nights? Maybe, but my inner gloom lifts in December. When I first explored these feelings in my thirties, I understood. My dad had died in November. Tears and comforting talk weren’t allowed in my stoic […]
In my dream, my house is filled with noisy demanding people. Six orangutans lie in the middle of the wood floor. One lies on her back, wet and gooey as though she’s just given birth. She holds her wet newborn over her heart. The other four sleep around the mother. “Do you need help?” I […]