From Ryan
Sometimes we stumble across gifts from the past when we least expect them. Last week, while packing to move, I …
Sometimes we stumble across gifts from the past when we least expect them. Last week, while packing to move, I …
I just finished mopping the kitchen three very thorough times. I had to scrub with paper towels first, then adding …
As I started reading the latest “Beautiful Things” offering on the River Teeth blog, I thought of our bereaved mom group. The …
During our last writing retreat, Barbara Goldsmith led the group in a prompt writing session. She brought blank slips of …
Dottye brought a few of her collection of 100+ hats to our recent writing retreat, and we enjoyed trying on hats and …
I woke from a weird dream a day or two after our Farther Along group’s recent writing retreat. We had …
This Tuesday brought opportunities for catching up with college classmates as we shared personal news for the upcoming spring alumnae …
Sears Appliance Salesman I stopped in Sears on the way home and ordered the washer/dryer unit I had been researching. …
I watch as the ashes move from the clay pot to my forehead. A few fall down on my face, …
Being alone in the car is a perfect place to let the tears roll down without disturbing anyone or requiring …
I like to drive. It’s a good thing, too, because where my husband and I choose to live and where …
In honor of my daughter, Caroline Elizabeth Anderson, who died twenty years ago on Valentine’s night, I share this poem …
A blue rain poncho, neatly folded into a triangle with one corner tucked in to create its own envelope. A mess kit …
I had a strange thing happen to me. Last Sunday I saw a dead person come back to life. Halfway …
January 27, 2015: I am in disbelief that I wrote this almost seven years ago. Sister (Velda Brown Modlin) is no …
While reading Patrick O’Malley’s Getting Grief Right (New York Times Opinionator column for January 10, 2015), I thought again about how each …
Four years ago today my mother died–January 4, 2011. Though the rain was coming down hard when I headed outside this morning, I …
Breathing has been at the center or sometimes the periphery of writing prompts our group has responded to over the …
During our writing retreat last November, Carol Henderson read the poem “Rummage Sale” by Jennifer Maier. Carol had us pick …
I am my grandmother’s granddaughter, and I mark changes, always have. I wrote the following piece a few years ago …