Heart flowers
Last Sunday, March 1, was the birthday of my youngest sister Mary Teresa. I’ve written about her before. She did…
Tag: #remember
The sister I hardly knew
She hated it when I called her my “baby sister.” She was the youngest of seven. I, the oldest. She…
I told you so!
Finally started watching Ken Burns’ Vietnam series. The first episode reminded me of two of the many arguments I had…
Together again after all these years
My sister Kate reminded me this morning that today, November 9, is the anniversary of our father’s death, 35 years…
We walk by the power of klezmer.
During Laura’s first course of chemo and radiation, I invoked a scene from Mozart’s The Magic Flute in the CaringBridge blog to…
Will you still love me when I’m 65*?
At a political meeting in Detroit back in the 70s I had breakfast with the guy reported to have coined “Don’t…
Sometimes we remember the future
Tomorrow it will be five years since we saw The Milkmaid at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I don’t want…
Titusville
Our first date. Laura was a little late, but that meant I was waiting on the bridge as she crossed the…
When does grief become memory?
The other day I needed to move some old files out of the cabinet drawer into a box. When I opened…
Blueberries
As I was reading Olivia Judson‘s piece in today’s New York Times, I remembered the day that Julie and Arthur…