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…
Tag: #remember
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…