A Whispered Prayer

A Whispered Prayer

Nature doesn’t always wait for us to hand over our toys. Sometimes, she takes them away without our permission. When I was 16, I memorized a poem that struck me even then with its poignant truth about the cycle of life. In his poem “Nature,” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...
Parenting: A Life-Long Calling

Parenting: A Life-Long Calling

When my girls were tiny Jerry and I cherished every new miracle. The first baby tooth! Eating finger food! Crawling, walking brought applause and cheers. I loved watching their little minds work as they began to talk and figure out new experiences. (At first sight of...
Space

Space

When someone wants to end a relationship, she or he may say, “I just need some space.” But when I told my kids I needed a little space from their father, they understood I wasn’t trying to break up. Jerry was the love of my life, but at 85 his health was failing, his...
Fire Tender

Fire Tender

From the corner of my eye I watch Jerry shuffle out of the Carpenter’s Lodge into the chill November darkness. From a pile of firewood near the kitchen door he carefully selects four or five logs. Some are split. Some are short but whole. His rough workman’s hands...
Reframing Mama

Reframing Mama

My mediation partner Sig Cohen and I are in the final stretch of a book tentatively called How Do You Want to be Remembered?  In some respects this is a “how-to” book complete with its share of lists like, “Ten rules for …“ But I wanted it to be more than...

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