He doesn’t know about the Holocaust, 9/11, Columbine, Waco, explosions in Boston or West. He believes guns are only for shooting the bad guys, although he doesn’t really understand the concept of “bad guys”. Sandy is something he gets after a day at the park or beach not a devastating hurricane or the name of…
I know I’ll never forget. How could I? And yet, I still felt a burning need to do something or rather have something to remind me and to acknowledge where we’ve been. Something to commemorate the tears and heartbreak, my way of memorializing five lives that never came to be. I bought the first one…
My body is strong. My body carries me and my body lets me down. My limbs contort and stretch, pushing, pulling, reaching, carrying, holding. I sit cross-legged along side my energetic little boy and move cars and trains around a track, help him with puzzle pieces, locate lost toys under the couch, stack blocks and…
I share a lot here but not everything and sometimes there is a post that is better suited for somewhere else. It’s too raw and personal. The last month of my life has been an emotional roller coaster and taxing physically as we just completed our second (unsuccessful) round of IVF. Shell’s invitation to be…
People don’t like to discuss death. In many circles, the topic of death and dying is one of those taboo subjects, right up there with religion and politics, however, when it comes to death, there is no debate. Death is final and it is going to happen to all of us. Death is the great…
October used to mean feeling Fall in the air and spying Halloween merchandise on every aisle at the supermarket and being greeted by big shinny round pumpkins with glowing smiles on my neighbors front porches. October meant the nights were getting longer and the air a little cooler. Not quite flannel jammies time, but close….
I am 10 minutes early. After signing my name on the first available line, I sit and wait. Deliberately I thumb through magazines, one after the other as families of four smile up at me from the glossy pages. It’s finally my turn. I am ushered to a dark room and asked to undress. The…
Tell her it has been far too long since we’ve seen her beautiful face or heard her deep laughter. Make sure she knows we miss her. Tell her we hear her; every single tear and every single plea and we wish we could provide the answers she seeks. Tell her to trust in her heart…
We held hands the entire drive home from the therapist’s office. Relief. A decision had been reached. The words spoken out loud. Later would come the tears. And questions. So many questions. Some people offer disconcerting looks, you know the one that says, “oh, I’m sorry, I brought it up.” and then quickly ask if…
I had a good mother but she and I did not have the type of relationship that I would have liked. We didn’t share intimate secrets or inside jokes. She wasn’t the first person I would think of to call when I had a dilemma. I loved her dearly but I didn’t know her at…
