In Which Cackling Self Vanquishes Wild Grief, While Rational Self Could Not

Newsflash: Grief is completely irrational. Does this surprise me? Not rationally. I knew it, know it, have seen it in my own and other people’s lives. But if I ever doubted what I know, this week has given me complete and utter clarity about it. I’m on a trip away from home, doing things in [Read More...]

Where Were You When…?

There are times in history that imprint themselves on our psyche, events that seem to change the order of the Universe. For some it was the bombing of Pearl Harbor, for others 9/11. For me, it is the memory of being in a car with some Brandeis friends driving to Cambridge for a Friday outing. [Read More...]

Reflections on death from the garden

This time of year, as we approach Halloween, The Day of the Dead, and All Saints’ Day, I am often thinking of death. Granted, I am always a little bit morbid—my astrologer sister would say it’s because I’m a Scorpio. (I regret that I was too old to go Goth in my teen years, because [Read More...]

Seeds

The cattails I brought you have burst long ago & sent their fluff seeding wherever it was you threw them. If only I may let go so flagrantly as the cattails, as you; as wind; the past; the seeds. [Read more...]

Recipe for Grief

I didn’t have grieving on my agenda this morning. Does this happen to you? Isn’t it often a surprise, when you turn the corner and run into grief, like an old friend you had almost forgotten you knew, didn’t expect to see here of all places? I was just thinking that making a blueberry cake [Read More...]


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