Stoplight encounter
The light was red. Usually I can zip right through, but this morning the red light caught me. The stop …
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My Lemon Tree’s Roots Go Deep
It is surreal to know that we have lived in our new community for a little over a year now. …
Have Card Will Travel
September 2012 was an exciting time for our writing group. We planned for a couple of years ahead to celebrate …
Farther along, we tell our stories (and leave our cards)
For a long time, some of us in the writing group of bereaved mothers did not find it easy to …
Peggy Saves the Louvre (and Jeune Fille)!
Not everyone in our writing group knows this story, so I am sharing it partly for our group. Every time …
Bridges and baccalaureates
I love baccalaureates and graduations. I never thought I would say this—not I, the one who might once have chosen …
An Inheritance I Have Received
As my mother lay dying, one of her last messages to me was, “Don’t give away my pretty things.” She …
Dialogue with Knees
Me: Why are you bothering me? Knees: We could give you a lot more trouble than this! Me: This is …
“High Functioning Bereaved Parents”
Here are some reflections from my late night/early morning reading: Jeremy Shaton wrote in a New York Times blog about …
Cicadas again
Brood 2 of the 17-year magicicadas are emerging this spring in my part of the world. I hear them singing …
Time travel
This writing is a response to (with inspiration from) Denise Levertov’s poem, “Animal Spirits.” Here’s a link to it: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2013/05/14 When …
flying in the breeze
This was written in response to Denise Levertov’s poem, “Animal Spirits.” Read the poem at this link: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2013/05/14 One of the …
You Are Not Here/You Are Everywhere
Steve, today is your birthday, and you are not here, yet everywhere. You are the gentle breeze enveloping me like …
Wash Day and Grape Jelly
An early Saturday morning and I can already hear the clattering and swooshing coming from the kitchen. Mother has moved …
Dusting
April 19, 2013 Yesterday I dusted. I don’t like dusting–it only stirs up what will settle again. I’m just moving …
Listener in the Loft
At a recent book event in Salisbury at the Literary Bookpost, an independent bookstore, members of our group who were …
The Dining Room Table
Yesterday I anticipated four bereaved mothers, including me, sitting at my dining room table for dinner. We are all mothers …
Butterfly Pottery
Our writing group’s connection to butterflies has been abundantly documented in Farther Along. Butterflies have come to us, collectively and …
Happen
I have been to the doctor’s office eight times in twelve days…It started with strep then progressed to my favorite …
Learning to breathe
I realized it today. I’m living again. I said it out loud. Those first ten years, (give or take a few), …
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