Finding Place
The city of Boston is ushering in the day, traffic winding its way through the labyrinth of streets and tunnels that make up the city. To the left of the Bunker Hill Monument, the sun… More
View ArticleWhen I’m 64
Would you indulge me as I reflect and cry a little in this space? I turn 64 tomorrow. Depending on where you live in the world, it means I’ve either far exceeded the life expectancy,… More
View ArticleRejection, Resilience, and Pressing On
The rejection email came one week after I had submitted the article. In truth, it was a kind and professional email. My article was “thoughtful and creative” they said, and it would not work for… More
View ArticleTo my Younger Friends
I’ve been thinking a lot about my younger years as a new mom and wife. I shake my head a lot as I remember, wondering sometimes how I survived. But I know how. I survived… More
View ArticleSomething is Always Leading Us Home
The window of our plane showed a grey sky and light rain, leading me to sigh inwardly. We had just arrived in Boston after six days in Savannah, Georgia. The weather in Savannah could be… More
View ArticlePieces of My Heart
It’s 8 am and from my upstairs perch in Rockport I can hear someone practicing the trumpet. I wish I could adequately describe the off-key feeble attempts at creating notes. Just know that it has… More
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