I wrote this piece in 2016, six months after my husband died. I’m reprising it today (with edits) to launch my writing on Stubstack. There is so much information coming at us these days, so much of it highlighting the terror which is our patterned response to everything unprecedented and uncertain. Which the future always… Read more »
So much for my resolution to stop lobbing f-bombs. This piece is for Phyllis Ring, whose superpower is kindness. She’s crazy good at it. There is a point in my husband’s memorial service I think about often. I’ve just arrived at the podium to give his eulogy. My feet — I can’t figure out where to… Read more »
Today is the winter solstice. Christmas is in four days. My main goal right now is to not be a horrible person out loud. Here in New Hampshire, the path of daylight is like a roller coaster ride that only goes down the big drops or up the big hills. We lose (or gain) up… Read more »
Gifts from beyond the Amtrak Quiet Car. Brothers and Sisters, Let us take a moment to grieve this first Hanukkah without the offerings of The Latke King. Never was there a Goy so skilled in the frying of these, the most important potatoes of the year. He raised the Latke to such an art form,… Read more »
Grief has a thousand faces. Right now mine wears a pair of Groucho glasses. On August 8th, my husband and partner of twenty years died of stomach cancer. Our eldest turned 13 three days before he died. Our youngest was 11. Those are some of the facts. Everything else, is experience. Trying to describe my experience,… Read more »
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