Comfort, Hope, and the Five Little Peppers
After my sister and I cleared out my mother’s house before its sale, I came home with some childhood books that I wanted to keep, and stuck them on a…
After my sister and I cleared out my mother’s house before its sale, I came home with some childhood books that I wanted to keep, and stuck them on a…
Oh my goodness. The Class of 2020 isn’t getting a graduation ceremony. No caps and gowns, no processing into a giant, over-air conditioned auditorium or athletic stadium, no beribboned diplomas…
I gave up meditating recently. Or perhaps I should say I gave up trying to make myself meditate. Finally, I surrendered to a fundamental truth about myself: I am never…
I am, like a lot of other Americans, spending a lot of time in the kitchen these days. Okay, truth be told, I spend a lot of time in the…
During this weird liminal time of coronavirus, I know a lot of people who are finding a compelling desire to make something—painting, drawing, dancing, playing music, writing, cooking—anything we put…
These days I am desperately hoping that Mr. Trump or one of his close family members contracts the coronavirus, so he will finally understand that this is not just a…
My greatest solace throughout life has been writing. Recently, I was going through a box of papers and photos retrieved from my mother’s home before we sold it, and came…
What are we to do with our time, now that the closets are cleaned out, we’ve spoken by phone or email to our beloveds and assured ourselves they are okay…
A few days ago, I had to put my beloved dog, Jackson Browne, to sleep. I'm writing about it, as I do everything important to me, and will post something…
The objects of our desire Some of you may have read my first essay on this revived/new blog, posted April 1, called “A Toilet Paper Confession.” After it was posted,…