Much Obliged
It is a warm August morning in 2000, and I am sitting in the car parked just outside the small …
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Astounded
Tomorrow will be March 29. Again, we face another year without seeing who Wes and Andy would have become. I …
Writing for Resilience
This piece is reposted from UNC Health and UNC School of Medicine’s Newsroom: Narratives That Are Shared: Writing for Resilience …
When I Turned Thirty
On December 16, 1987 I had reached a milestone: I was only one year shy of having completed three decades …
One step
One step, I reminded my visitors, one step down, one step up. The floor is not level all the way …
What’s in a Number?
1 day-long writing workshop that brought us together. 13 bereaved mothers seeking a way to write ourselves to wholeness. 14 …
Making the Unknown Known
Last week, several of us from the Farther Along writing group met at Reynolda House Museum of American Art in …
Pond
Most summers, we take a family vacation to a sleepy little coastal area of southern Rhode Island, a place where …
A Senior Moment
I needed to stop by the grocery this morning. My troops were complaining about empty shelves in the frig. The …
Kindness and Episodes of Sunshine
I still listen for weather reports. The first post I wrote for this blog was full of them. I noticed …
A New Day
In the stillness of the early morning before the break of day I am thankful Today is a brand …
A Scarf Collection
I’ve never considered myself a “collector” as such. When I think of that term, I picture someone with boxes of …
A Memorial Service to Remember
A good friend of ours died a year ago. Suddenly and totally out of the blue. Pancreatic cancer. He was …
Yoga in the Family
Last fall, my younger daughter, who lives in the next town over, invited me to go with her to a …
God’s Acre
Have you ever heard of a “living” graveyard? I have. It’s my home graveyard, just up the street from Home …
Acrostic on “the unimaginable,” a refrain from the Hamilton song, “It’s Quiet Uptown”
Preparing for a meeting later today with one of my bereaved mother groups, I found a piece of writing from our session …
Death is Nothing at All
Last night a dear friend, whose son died almost three years ago, gave me a sheet of paper upon which …
Why We Write
We reblog a post from Marianna Crane’s blog Nursing Stories. Marianna asks the question of readers, Why do you write? …
North Carolina Outer Banks
North Carolina Outer Banks On a cold and crisp January day we drove to the Outer Banks to meet up …
Hope and wild things
Betsy posted a reflection on Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things” on this blog about a month ago just …
