Darkness Descends; An Ode to JoyIt crept in like a low fog, so lightly that I didn’t notice it beginning to swirl around me. A vague unease, a weighty sigh. The sun...
The everyday grief of an "obsolete" momWhat is the reward of being a good mother to a blessedly healthy child? They leave you. How could it all be gone? Where did it go?
Marc's Anniversary VisitEvery October, the light changes, the sun hanging lower in the sky. Every October, the leaves flash to orange, yellow and red, and drift...
Books that HealWhen I was 28 years old, I briefly dated a surgical resident. Perhaps like all surgeons, he was smart, decisive, and pleased with...