I stood in a small room with high ceilings. A shiny cloth covered lumps on a tall table. On a wooden bench next to me, Mommy lay on her belly, hiding her face in her arms. I watched the up
Read more →Bereavement and End of Life
Dear Friends, I’m taking a short blogging break to redesign my website and launch a newsletter. I’ll return to my weekly schedule on September 2 with one change. Once a month this fall, you’ll receive a newsletter
Read more →As we walked downhill toward the lake, hundreds of kayaks, canoes and paddleboards bobbed in choppy water. Small balls floated near them–bathing caps and bare heads. Wet paddles sparkled as they moved toward us from across Cayuga
Read more →“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” ~C.S. Lewis When I read A Grief Observed a few months after my husband Vic’s
Read more →“The damned knives are still dull,” I mutter to myself. “I need Vic to sharpen them.” Just washed organic lettuce, bright baby peppers, and cucumbers drain into the kitchen sink. I gently sweep them to the maple
Read more →“What’s wrong?” I asked Patty. Patty was Mom’s aide at the skilled nursing home. She wore colorful smocks with floral prints and always smiled, but not today. Aides stood around in quiet clumps with frowns on their
Read more →It’s all a misunderstanding. I mean, I misunderstood. I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. I can’t always make sense of the noisy world. I feel far away and a little out of focus. Much of my hearing is
Read more →When the lupines pop, the bluebird eggs hatch, and lettuce seed germinates, I remember my husband Vic. His death is part of this season, part of the earth and the cycles of my life. Images of Vic’s
Read more →Go outside and plant, a wise voice in me said. You need flowers. Garden plants sat on the porches and at the side of the house. They were hardened off and ready to go in the ground. Part
Read more →Where did they go? When will they come back? Will they feed me or will Cindy? Someone will. There is always someone. She fed me early and left. Lots of people were in the house, but not
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