I stood at the far end of a long, shallow reflecting pond, fuzzy green with algae and scum, offering no reflection. Four brown ducks, aligned in a row, glided toward the opposite end, taking turns bobbing under then popping up above the surface. Four perfect triangles, feathered and syncopated, arose then vanished. One’s bottom would […]
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Nature Reserve
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Ducks, Natural World, Personal Growth, Relationships on October 7, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
Continental Drift
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Existential, Isolation/Belonging, Relationships, Religion, Space/Universe on August 15, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
The wind wrestles rain from the leaves Dropping them audibly, distinctly, on my skin, hair, glasses, toes. No one can identify the onset of wind.
Definition of a Good Day: My Father Didn’t Die and I Didn’t Kill my Mother
Posted in Acceptance, Aging, Anger, Daughters, Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Fear, Friendship, Meditation, Writing on January 30, 2014 | 2 Comments »
Some days, “goodness” is defined more simply. A break in the weather. Errands completed with relative ease. My son has a good day at school and responds by my 4th nagging request to get off the computer. My husband returns from his 12-hour day energized and fatigued, rather than exhausted and depleted. I manage to […]
Crying at my Computer
Posted in Community, Death/Loss/Grief, Existential on April 17, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
I vowed I wouldn’t get too caught up in the stories and images of the Marathon. But here I am, in my silent, pre-dawn house, ensconced in what is now so clearly just the veneer of safety (the same veneer we hope to wake up into each day, we who live in the land of […]
My Grandfather’s Cologne
Posted in Connection, Death/Loss/Grief, Grandparents, Marriage on April 17, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
After my Grandfather died, my Grandmother would sometimes wear his cologne. In my memory, it’s Aramis, but that was what my high school boyfriend wore, so it’s quite likely I’ve overlapped histories and memories to create something meaningful yet factually inaccurate. But the part about her wearing men’s cologne – her man’s cologne – after […]