Grief I’ll trust the softly petaled path Toward the Memory Seeds There I’ll nestle Dip a toe Run my fingers Through the cool, dark... Read More
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… on an inn, empty
“Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.” – Alphonse de Lamartine “Just one tiny human isn’t here, and the entire house... Read More
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… on the great escape of 2018
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the... Read More
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… on waves
Waves have it hard. I mean, we treat them as if they are hard. Especially big ones. They don’t touch or caress or embrace…... Read More
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… on this happening
Was it really two weeks ago… That I was fluffing your dress, my beautiful daughter Daddy’s little girl. Did it all really happen… Realizing... Read More
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… on the mornings after
It was magical. Truly. Wow. The morning dawned with our cove blanketed in mist, the trees hidden behind gauzy walls of fog. Weather reports... Read More
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… on signs and flamingos, but mostly signs
It all started with a pink, plastic bird – one of those ones with funky metal sticks for legs, so you can stand them... Read More
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… on touching dreams
So… you know we moved to Maine. Well… I know I know I moved to Maine. No… it’s not the boxes still unpacked in my bedroom... Read More
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… on tucking in a house
It occurred to me yesterday, alone in the house I have mockingly referred to as ‘The Disposable Shack’… After the family packed itself into... Read More
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… on knowing, and *knowing*
Until about twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t look. Totally true. It’s been nearly a week since Sam’s accident down in New Orleans, and all... Read More
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… on life stuff, all of it and all at once… always
This morning we awoke to a pop and the sound of our beloved fan, the one we turn on each night for its pleasing... Read More
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… on a couple of toasts
Once upon a time Delia Ephron wrote a book called Hanging Up, and then her sister Nora produced it into a movie. It wasn’t a... Read More