Reflections

Muteness

The act of collecting a treasure trove of memories, of giving voice to others who might otherwise be inclined toward muteness in the face...

A Poem to My Molly Five years old, A portrait of innocence, Of youth, Of sheer happiness. What is death to a child? Nothing but a word –...

For years after Steve died I would have scornfully laughed at anyone who might have suggested that I would find anything remotely...

As eager as we often are to try to fix things, to get them back to a level of “normal” that was familiar and seemingly uncomplicated,...