
Attuned to Nature’s Music
No one in my life heard the music of Mother Nature better than my beloved friend, Judy.
No one in my life heard the music of Mother Nature better than my beloved friend, Judy.
My father died two months ago. Yesterday, we did a sunrise walk together.
We are taught that if we work hard enough, we will get over our losses. This has not been the case for many who grieve, including me.
“I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me . . . .”
What do you do when your dead mother pops up? Look away?
What do you do when your dead mother pops-up? Pay attention?
“I read a review of the new Philip Roth biography the other day. The author quotes Roth saying, ‘aging is a massacre.’ I agree!” — our devoted friend, Jan, April 5, 2121, 20 days before her cancer diagnosis.
Be afraid. Be very afraid because it’s in there, waiting to surface again.
I recently learned two truths: One, experiencing heart attack symptoms is profoundly frightening; and two, mouth guards float.
Losing a child to suicide is unbearable. It is a heartache no one can heal.