David and I were married July 25th, 1987. We celebrated fourteen wedding anniversaries together in life, twenty apart in afterlife. Since I wrote him a letter for his birthday in May, I decided that my gift to him, if we were slicing carrot cake together, would be a letter that I had written to him when we were the tender ages of 21 and 24.
Dear Son, This letter has taken me eighty-one sleepless nights to write, this being the longest night of the year. It is also the night of the “Great Conjunction” of 2020, when Jupiter and Saturn come the closest to each other since the year 1623—which occurred during the years Galileo was studying the stars. The […]
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Please join us today, holding space, embracing my beautiful boy in a circle of love, so that his spirit is embraced in the loving arms of the soul circle we share as his body is returned to ash over the next two hours. I pray that he finds the peace he seeks in the loving […]
On the eve of my 34th birthday, my husband walked through the front door around 7 pm after a full day of work. He greeted me with a bouquet of yellow roses, wrapping his arms around my waist in his usual way, while lifting pot lids on the stove. “Mmm, how’s my dear today? I […]
Letter to My Mother Dear mother, This letter has taken a very long time to get to. It has been forty years since we all sat around the kitchen table together, wishing for your dreams to burst through the next CT scans. That was 1980, my senior year in high school. It is only […]
How a Pandemic points the lens on what strengthens us: Hope None of us need anniversaries to remind us of what we cannot forget; nor bumper stickers, marathons, murals or museums. What’s on everyone’s mind every September, particularly in America, is the modern-age tragedy known as 9/11. Recently I’ve received numerous social media shares and […]
August 21st to 28th, 1999, commenced our first year on Great Pond, at Bear Spring Camps. We were the
Newbies,” joining multiple generations of families returing to the lake of thirty cottages, unwitting that we had begun the trip of our lifetime.
There was a game David played with his sons. They’d climb into our morning bed while he pretended to sleep. On the right side of the bed, concealed within the spread, he’d lie and wait. He’d quiet his breath, and the game began. His sons would do their best to avoid capture while attempting to […]