Mom the Christmas Tree

It’s as if all the lights on the tree have gone out save one ~ the brilliant angel at the top. From that one light I can still see the dim outline of our tree, still full, still alive, with its many decorations, the experiences of a lifetime, all still there, glowing like ghosts in the fading light.

A Case for Suicide

Like many of you, I felt sucker-punched by Bourdain’s decision, and I am struggling to make sense of it…to find an emotional shelf to put it on. I do that by wrestling the issue to the ground, a messy process, sometime capturing my work-in-progress thoughts with you, as incomplete as they are.

Caregiving: How Death Prepared Me

It was a two year death meditation of sorts. Nowadays, when the subject comes up, mom and I talk about it, naturally, covering the dark and the light of death, and the in-between. But at least we talk about it, and I know exactly how she feels and what she wants. There is clarity. That’s a good thing.

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