The Trip to the UPS Store
I drove to the UPS store—I know it well—on the corner of Park and Mass Ave in Arlington, Massachusetts, …
I drove to the UPS store—I know it well—on the corner of Park and Mass Ave in Arlington, Massachusetts, …
Last week, several of us from the Farther Along writing group met at Reynolda House Museum of American Art in …
Most summers, we take a family vacation to a sleepy little coastal area of southern Rhode Island, a place where …
Last fall, my younger daughter, who lives in the next town over, invited me to go with her to a …
Preparing for a meeting later today with one of my bereaved mother groups, I found a piece of writing from our session …
At several summer workshops this year, I have given a word prompt: “buoyancy,” and with it a poem of the …
The above word and its definition was a prompt from today’s hospital writing workshop. I thought of our last retreat, when …
After a writing workshop I offered yesterday for adults grieving the loss of a loved one, a participant named Mal …
Thursday is the best day. My daughter brings her son Lucien to my house for lunch, which we all …
Despite all the glitter and candles and lights, this season can be so dark. On Sunday morning I drove my …
During a recent torrential rain, water spilled over our gutters. Uh-oh, I thought, blocked downspouts. This made sense. Nobody had …
As I started reading the latest “Beautiful Things” offering on the River Teeth blog, I thought of our bereaved mom group. The …
Four years ago today my mother died–January 4, 2011. Though the rain was coming down hard when I headed outside this morning, I …
I’ve been thinking about my mother a lot lately, especially in the last six months—since I became a grandmother. My …
I was going to post my most recent newspaper column here but realize it’s old news. I discussed how much I …
(My writing in response to a prompt from the workshop I led at UNC Hospitals, 4/15/14) “How many times have …
A few months ago, a New York Times article caught my eye. I clipped and saved it. When I was …
Every year Malcolm’s birthday is a benchmark, a gauge, a barometer. Where am I now? What has changed since this …
In my memoir, Losing Malcolm: A Mother’s Journey Through Grief, I write about my reaction right after the doctor tells …
I’ve just written a column discussing some of the ideas in this piece–it will be published next week and I’ll …