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Holiday Ghosts
Writing about holidays is tricky. What do you really remember about childhood holidays? Was the Thanksgiving meal served at noon or maybe in the early evening? Did you realize that somebody had to be...
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My father speaks
My father is dying. The many physical failures of his eighty-five-year-old body have gained control in a way no medical intervention can defeat. He has a health directive in place so our family waits....
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America’s Kids
Kids are everywhere on the Fourth of July 2013 in the Village of Egg Harbor, Wisconsin. Babies hang in pouches on their parents’ chests, strollers and wagons dot the crowd, the majority walk on their...
View ArticleSecond Child Syndrome
Makes a second child kind of puff up their chest and look somewhere else for the limelight. Maybe become a writer. Continue reading
View ArticleJournaling
In the blogosphere opinions run strong about the best way to journal. A Google search culled out 148,000,000 blog entries about the topic. Continue reading
View ArticleFrom a Hospital Room
The view from a hospital room is always the same—a bright spot suggesting that everyone else is moving along on a normal day. Continue reading
View ArticleSpeechless in Snow
The very thought that almost eight thousand people have taken the time to shoot a little video about shoveling leaves me speechless. Continue reading
View ArticleAbout 90th Birthdays
Writers don't have the opportunity to retire. If our minds are working and the words still flow, we don't dare turn off our computers or throw away our notepads and pencils. Continue reading
View ArticleThe Night Before the Book Launch
Twas the night before the book launch, when all through the house All the creatures were stirring, except there’s no mouse. The clothes are all hung in the closet with care, In hopes that they’ll fit...
View ArticleThe Hostage’s Mother
Diane Foley’s son was killed as a horrific political statement by extremists who would do the same to my child or yours. And even though he died a hero, telling the world what was happening in Syria...
View ArticleDiamonds to Dementia: Part 1
Living with a person with vascular dementia is living in a difficult, unpredictable and stressful situation for an unknown amount of time. Some days might be good, other days will be bad. Continue reading
View ArticleWho Can Help?/Diamonds to Dementia Part 2
There are no road maps to smooth out the journey of caring for loved ones with dementia or Alzheimer’s. Continue reading
View ArticleHow the Family Reads
Among the fears that held me back from publishing, offending somebody dear to me ranked fairly high. The powerful influence of familiar people, places and experiences in writing is reflected in AWP...
View ArticleAre You My Mother?
You may have been nurtured by a mother possessing all the perfection of Caroline Ingalls or struggled through childhood with a parent who took lessons from Hamlet's Queen Gertrude. For most people...
View ArticleThat Time of Year
There are no traditions for merging the happiest time of the year with the emotional pain of loss, whether sudden or lingering. Continue reading
View ArticlePeace on Earth
To you and yours I send one simple message: If it is not possible to have peace on earth, may we at least live at ease with each other. Pax. Continue reading
View ArticleTapping Out the Grief
For ninety minutes a week, the world I experience is a musical place with classic jazz or Broadway tunes accented by the sounds of fourteen tap shoes slapping and flapping and stomping across a studio...
View ArticlePaddle Turn
She has the rhythm, the love of movement, and there will be many ways she might enjoy those in her future. And opportunities to bond with her mom. That's the circle of life. Paddle turn.
View ArticleSunday Mornings
Sunday mornings have their own vibe, a crazy mash-up of past traditions, leisure, family time, friends time, me time, maybe spiritual time.
View ArticleMy Grandfather’s Face
Urban shoppers might walk away from farmers’ markets in the rural area where I grew up. There’s nothing exotic among the produce displayed. Tomatoes look like those ripening on a backyard vine. A dozen...
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