In this personal essay, I reflect on my mother’s Alzheimer’s and the emotional significance of a cherished handmade afghan (blanket). Memories intertwine with loss, regret, and the desire for connection. Continue reading The Emotional Connection of Family Heirlooms
I went on Facebook, saw I had a number of notifications, clicked to glance at the list, and then clicked … Continue reading The more we pretend to read…
Most people call me a saint. Nineteen years ago I married a widow and his four children. At the time, … Continue reading A mere nineteen years ago…
Seriously. I am sitting in a hotel room in the dark, tapping, tapping at my keyboard (thought I was going … Continue reading When did I become an old fogie?
I’ve been reading the book of Job with my literature students recently, and we all agree that we wouldn’t want … Continue reading No longer worrying that “it could happen to me”…
Truth be told, if it weren’t for my husband, I would be the world’s most targeted consumer. Infomercial? Let me … Continue reading Take my life and let it be… like a Coca Cola C.E.O. for Thee…
All Things Work Together 
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