Sharon J. Anderson
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Showing Up — Part Two
My mother died the way she lived — stubbornly and privately. Two weeks earlier she had suffered a catastrophic stroke with no hope for recovery. She had signed an advance directive not to start or continue life-sustaining procedures and was… Continue reading
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Showing Up — Part One
“I’m sad that it took the death of my dad to re-connect us.” Three weeks ago on a late Thursday afternoon, I received an email from a former client from whom I hadn’t heard in nearly 13 years. “Hi Sharon… Continue reading
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The War Over There
The word, “VIETNAM” on his baseball cap was the first thing I noticed about him eight months ago. Still, I was only interested in the names of his two corgis. Their names are Lucy (right, in above photo) and Bernie,… Continue reading
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Rx Vexation
Drug prescription mix-ups can be a hard pill to swallow. (And yes, so can bad puns). About a month ago, my psychiatrist called in a refill for my anti-depressants. Unfortunately, he called in the wrong amount and the wrong dosage.… Continue reading
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Without Donald Hall
Donald Hall, one of my favorite poets and the husband of another of my favorite poets — Jane Kenyon — died this past Saturday. He was 89 — the age my mother was when she died earlier this year. Hall… Continue reading
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Stopping the Earth
I’ve met a lot of folks during my daily five-to-seven-mile walks, but rarely one who said something I’ll never hear again: “I stopped the Earth! I stopped the Earth!” That was said by Athena, a third-grade student on her way… Continue reading
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The Grace of Books
“Books saved my life,” writes Kevin Powers, a novelist and veteran of the war in Iraq in a recent New York Times column (6/16/18), though he is not sure how they did. “Utterly adrift” since participating “in the fiasco that was the… Continue reading
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Welcome to Spark and Spitfire
“She’s a spitfire!” That’s how my latest financial advisor referred to me the first time he met with my life partner and beloved, Adrienne, a couple of weeks ago. I had only met with him twice. I didn’t recall anyone… Continue reading
