A Quiet Christmas Morning: Love, Loss and Continuing Bonds
The house is quiet this Christmas morning. A coat of fresh snow decorates the hushed…
Solstice Blessings: A Family Ritual of Remembrance and Love
On the shortest day of 2009 when my sons were home for the holidays, I…
My Hector Home: Protecting the Forests of the Finger Lakes
Willow looks over the world from an upstairs attic window. "What are we doing inside,…
Whispers and Roars: Surviving the Turmoil of Tinnitus
By late October, words were whispers, mumblings in the dark, puzzles to be solved. I…
My Hippie Wedding: May 18, 1968
My mom gives me $100 to cover my wedding expenses. I make a lacy yellow…
Love Infusion: Continuing Bonds with Family
I sit on a wide sunny porch on a 70 degree North Carolina November day…
Healing My Heart at Hospicare
“I’m interested in volunteering at Hospicare,” I explained, my voice catching in my throat as…
Our First Home: Cayuga Lake 1968
“It’s $110 a month,” Mrs. Schooley told us. “$110 a month?” I wasn’t sure we…
Lost and Found in My Own Backyard
I met Robin Botie in the oncology ward kitchen at Strong Hospital in Rochester in…
Until It’s Time for You to Go: 1967
On a bitter March afternoon after my Chinese government seminar at Cornell, I hurry down…