As I grow older, I find myself becoming more aware of my memories – not because I want to live in the past, but because I want to better understand the life I have lived. My memories remind me who I have loved, what has shaped me, what I have overcome, and what wisdom I hope to pass on to future generations.
Because Memories Matter Read More »
I am afflicted with an ailment I discovered has a name: analexaphobia. It comes from the Greek, meaning “a fear of being without reading material.” I had no idea that my habit of carrying around at least one book at all times came with a title.
Stories Are the Owner’s Manuals for the Soul Read More »
Last week, our air conditioner died.
This would have been inconvenient anywhere, but in Florida in July, “inconvenient” does not begin to cover it. The house became hot and sticky almost immediately. We closed curtains, shifted between the few rooms with portable cooling, and tried not to generate any unnecessary heat. Even cooking became a strategic decision.
What We Notice When Something Stops Working Read More »
I remember hearing years ago, “When something feels like it’s falling apart, it’s actually coming together.” I’ve thought about those words a lot lately.
When the Ground Beneath You Shifts Read More »
During the many years I cared for my husband, Stan, after his spinal cord stroke, I sometimes sensed a disconnection growing between us. I couldn’t have explained it then. There was simply so much that needed attention. Appointments to make, medications to manage, symptoms to watch, decisions to make. The days became organized around what needed to be done.
The Space That Is Hard to Name Read More »
