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Author of The Ghosts Who Travel with Me, a memoir, and Half-Moon Scar, a novel.
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Tag Archives: death and dying
Birthdays Past
There’s something magical about our parents’ lives in the years just before and after we were born. Or maybe it’s only me that finds them magical. My parents met, fell in love, and made me. Out of nothing, something. Out … Continue reading →
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Prayer
Since my father died unexpectedly in May of a massive stroke and my mother was subsequently diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, the only book I have been able to get myself to read is Pema Chödrön’s When Things Fall Apart. The … Continue reading →
Anguish Time
In the Church of Saint Francis — Igreja de São Francisco — in Porto, Portugal, believers once dropped coins into alms boxes, whispered prayers, and hoped that someone was listening. These painted wooden boxes are now nailed to a wall … Continue reading →
Posted in Death and dying, Justice, Racism, Travel, writing
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Conjuring Hurston
When loved ones die, we think of them, talk to them, ask their advice out loud and in our dreams. We conjure them, not only because we miss them, but because we need them. Alice Walker needed writer Zora Neale … Continue reading →
Posted in Death and dying, Faith/belief, Literature, Travel, Writers
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Silent Tide
In the year after we moved into our building, we never met the reclusive white-haired woman down the hall, and then she was carried away on a stretcher and didn’t come back. Some months later, Arline offered to periodically check … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging, Beaches, Death and dying, Faith/belief, Family
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December 31, 2014
1 Lucy diagnoses Charlie Brown’s seasonal depression as pantophobia, fear of everything. Wikipedia’s definition: “a vague and persistent dread of some unknown evil.” 2 A coworker my age died unexpectedly last month. What started as a cough turned out to … Continue reading →
New Publication: “At Fifty”
In this season of gratitude, I’m thankful for the editors, designers, publishers, and others who labor at making books. Reading and writing are what sustain me. You sustain me. Thank you to Mark McNease and Stephen Dolainski for including me in … Continue reading →
Reunion
Bears like the Eagle’s Nest Motel in Priest River, Idaho. They lounge on the railings, shimmy up poles, and dangle from porch swings. We spent a couple of nights there this summer while attending a family reunion at nearby Diamond … Continue reading →
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Bill Knott, 1940-2014
What was it about those bad-boy poets that I loved so much at 16? Brautigan, Ferlinghetti. And Bill Knott, whose recent death made me think about him and how our paths crossed, twice. The first time, I was a high … Continue reading →
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Doris Lessing, 1919-2013
“I keep four notebooks, a black notebook, which is to do with Anna Wulf the writer; a red notebook, concerned with politics; a yellow notebook, in which I make stories out of my experience; and a blue notebook which tries … Continue reading →