Death

  • Maternal Pop-ups — Part Two

    What do you do when your dead mother pops up? Look away? Continue reading

    Maternal Pop-ups — Part Two
  • Maternal Pop-ups — Part One

    What do you do when your dead mother pops-up? Pay attention? Continue reading

    Maternal Pop-ups — Part One
  • Our Devoted Friend, Jan

    “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. Continue reading

    Our Devoted Friend, Jan
  • Hidden Monsters

    Be afraid. Be very afraid because it’s in there, waiting to surface again. Continue reading

    Hidden Monsters
  • My First Hospital Admission

    I recently learned two truths: One, experiencing heart attack symptoms is profoundly frightening; and two, mouth guards float. Continue reading

    My First Hospital Admission
  • Succumbing to a Broken Heart

    Losing a child to suicide is unbearable. It is a heartache no one can heal. Continue reading

    Succumbing to a Broken Heart
  • My First Boyfriend

    My first boyfriend died on May 15. Jack Boyer was 66 years old. He gave me what my mother labeled, “Sharie’s first ‘love’ note on October 21, 1959. Jack and I were in first grade. Jack died suddenly from an… Continue reading

    My First Boyfriend
  • AFTER

    What happens the moments before we die? Do we have one last burst of human thought before entering the afterlife? Do we experience hallucinations? Clarifications? Darkness? Light? These are the questions explored in, “After,” Andrew Schneider’s technical theater performance which… Continue reading

    AFTER
  • The Cruelest Month — Part Three

    As many of you know, I walk daily, always with dog biscuits in my pocket. Over the years, I’ve come to know dozens of dogs. I even love several of them. One of them was dear Eva. Last Thursday, Eva… Continue reading

    The Cruelest Month — Part Three
  • The Cruelest Month — Part Two

    Stanley Plumly, a poet who served as the poet laureate of Maryland for nine years, died on April 11 from complications of multiple myeloma. He was 79 years old. According to his obituary in the Washington Post, Plumly’s poetry, “drew… Continue reading

    The Cruelest Month — Part Two