The Thorn
I was over at the Cancer Center yesterday. While waiting in the lobby, I glanced through a scrapbook which was …
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Hope and A Place That No Longer Is
This piece was written April 22, 2007 to a prompt at a weekend retreat: Write about a place that no longer …
Random thoughts and comments and writings
What does grief look like? Grief is like the crazy aunt or befuddled uncle that the family tolerates and knows …
Raining Down
Tonight the rain is pouring down on the deck outside my home’s office window. There’s a guest in the living …
A Place That No Longer Is
From a prompt given by Carol at a spring mountain retreat in Roaring Gap Home…my first one…it’s still there…yet it is …
What We Tell Others . . . and More
I just came across this post about the death of a child on the Brevity Blog and wanted to share …
CRAZY
Cameron stared at me out of huge brown eyes, magnified by little round glasses with thick lenses. His mouth was …
Live
Tomorrow, Cohen turns ten—double digits. It is hard to believe that the sickly preemie whom we brought home from the …
I Packed Away
I packed away tights with ruffled hineys And onesies that snap on the bottom And overalls Made of navy blue …
Sharing a Room
From the time I can remember, my mom has talked about sharing a room with her little sister, incidentally my …
Don’t Come Today
This was written the day after returning from our spring writing retreat at the beach. One of Carol’s prompts for …
Holiday Dimmed
The Christmas holiday officially ended for us today when our older daughter and her husband headed back to New York …
Tombstones: “It breaks the heart/ that stone holds/ what time let go.”
No tombstoning when placing stories on the newspaper page, I used to advise my students. So much language of death …
Sunrise Sea Shell
I know I am special despite all the various shells that lie in heaps left behind from the high tide …
A bereaved mother speaks
On Facebook Peggy shared this opinion piece from The Washington Post by Ann Hood, and I thought that those of …
Ruby Crowned Kinglets and Healing Sound
Several of our group shared a book reading and signing at Pomegranate Books, an independent bookstore in Wilmington, last Thursday. …
Disappeared
“How often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty, and make me say, ‘I never realized my …
Autumn
Fall brings beautiful leaves and crisp days that remind me that winter is drawing near. Apple turnovers slide out of …
Farther Along Writers Aloft in Champtoce-sur-Loire
A few years ago, our writing group decided that to mark ten years of writing together, we would travel to …
My Favorite Season
Autumn is my favorite time of year–always has been. Starting about mid-August, I welcome the soft shift in light; the …
Farther Along 