Tag Archives: death My absence lasted a week and I returned on a Monday morning in April. Written in chalk on the board in the front of the classroom, was a sentence— Jack looked for his book. I tried sounding out the word looked. It was a word I hadn’t seen before. I asked a friend who said […]  Fathers’ Day has come and gone, and I barely registered the day; my father has been dead for almost 20 years, and of course I think of him, but not any more or less on Fathers’ Day. I don’t recall making a particular fuss over him when he was alive; he didn’t really like that […]  One of my favorite poems is Elizabeth Bishop’s One Art, a lesson on lost things. For me there have been many things, places and people dropped or misplaced long before I noticed their absence as well as those lost suddenly, leaving rough, tender places that I had to protect. I clearly recall the moment I lost my […]  A few years ago I would have assured you (and myself) that I possessed great resilience; I would have stated it unequivocally and categorically. I had evidence of my deep and enduring strength and fortitude. I was not only a survivor; I was a victor, not a victim. My disdain for those who played victim* […]  “Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go…” There are other Thanksgiving songs, but this one is the one that conjures up images of the many Thanksgivings we spent at my parents’ house in the Berkshires. It was a journey for all of us, and the drive from Philadelphia included crossing […] |
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