what if the dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two
September 11 is still today. On September 12, 2001, I read ee cummings’ poem “what if a much of a…
Tag: #grief
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…
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…
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…