Humbled by Mortality

Every-so-often, I read something that brings my whirling monkey mind to a dead halt. Savory tastes of masterful writing roll across the folds of my brain, like the layered flavors of a fine wine. When art addresses themes of life and love with fresh variations, I...

New Year’s Resolutions

Last week, I wrote about my son at age 10, the beginning of the double digits. This week, I begin the New Year with a story about my daughter when she was 10 years old. As recorded in a letter to my parents, here is what she wrote on her marker board on January 2,...
Weddings

Weddings

Last weekend, my husband and I attended the wedding of one of my son David’s longest and closest friends. During her growing up years, Lily was like my second daughter, spending a great deal of time at my house and with my family. Now seated behind Lily’s...