I am not a religious person. I don’t got to church or temple or mosque. I don’t pray or bend a knee to Goddess or God. But after nearly fourteen years of motherhood I have come to believe in something, something fierce and powerful and universal. Something outside of me, completely out of my control….
Tag: mourning
Both Sides Now
Yesterday, as competitors in the Ironman Challenge raced past our apartment, pushing their bodies to the limit of endurance, I was slowly cycling toward an afternoon meant to celebrate the life of a woman who endured in a different way, who pushed her body to a different limit. I knew about her long before we met. When she…
An Otherwise Ordinary Day
My father died in the early hours of an otherwise ordinary, August day. As his body lay still, no longer hostage to late summer stickiness or mosquito whine, I was three states and a thousand thoughts and moments away. As the last thread binding him to me, to us, to this place and time finally…
There but for the grace of God
Until Friday afternoon Denmark time, my next post was gearing up to be a parenting piece. During the early evening here I caught brief glimpses online of what was then unfolding in Connecticut, but it wasn’t until my own kids were safely tucked into bed that I sat down and began to understand the magnitude…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 