Poignography.
As I mentioned in my last post, love after death can get caught up in magical thinking. When I said…
Category: I will miss you
Traces of magical thinking
It’s been a week since Toto died and I still open the front door expecting to find her curled up…
Each day dawns but once
Today I take comfort in the maxim “Each day dawns but once.” Last night I woke frequently, every time…
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…
Smile
Some birthdays carry more weight than others. After I turned 29, I spent the next year thinking about turning 30,…
Sometimes the blessed hour does strike quickly.
The friend whom I talked about in the last post died early this morning. Thankfully the doctors had put her…
We survived 95!
Sunday marks the 10th anniversary of finding a mass on Laura’s brain. This is the story of some happy days…
Today we remember the beginning of “a dark, somber, insane nightmare.”
June 26, 1941. The first deaths in what became an all-out pogrom in Iasi, Romania. According to Radu Ioanid’s story…
Crossroads
This past week I had occasion to drive up 206 from Princeton to Somerville and back, twice a day. Shouldn’t…
K.I.S.S. Keep it simple, stupid.
At the end of my last blog post, I said that I would focus next on how the dramatic moment…