I groaned as I rolled over in bed. The idea of facing another day was an ongoing struggle. I tried to think of something I looked forward to in the upcoming day. I would be all right once I was up and dressed; I knew I would.
Morning Rev Up
Rosemary’s Nightstand
In the autumn after Rosemary’s death, a friend and his wife drove from New York with seven cartons which contained the contents of Rosemary’s office at the college in Queens where she had worked for 21 years.
Heart Stones
One thing I must tell you is that loons played a big part in our lives. A pair of loons came to our lake in Maine every summer, the same ones each year, for loons stake out a territory in the north and return to it to breed. They arrived moments after ice out, as... Continue Reading →
Finding What’s Lost
I was not young when I lost my mother in the mall; I was probably in my mid 30s. We had walked into the huge department store together, side by side. Once inside, I somehow ended up a few feet behind her, looking at her back as she walked along the front of the store, past the wide-open area between the cashiers and the end of the aisles, and disappeared before my eyes. [Click on title to read]
Rowing Backwards
I had never gone on vacation alone before...Another first to face. COuld being in a strange place by myself really be fun?
Homecoming Eyes
That perspective I encounter when I re-enter a place that I have left, and find a sense of solace, the warmth of home and the gladness of return. [Click on Title to Read]
A House for an Introvert
Buying this new condo was a way of acknowledging that Rosemary was not returning. It was not a place that she would have chosen. It didn’t have views. It was at the end of the complex, down a rabbit’s warren of streets, at the end of a cul-de-sac. Except for one window in the den... Continue Reading →
Learning to Live Alone
It occurred to me that all stories have unhappy endings. If you read on in any story, past the written word, there is inevitable loss in the end. No good time endures; no one lives forever.
The Bird Chair
Rosemary climbed the stairs to the furniture section faster than I could, and when I arrived at the top she was sitting on an L-shaped sofa that was the color of amber, lighter than her own dark brown eyes which smiled at me as she bounced gently on the soft cushions. She patted the seat beside her in invitation.
Becoming Brynna 