Navigating The Landscape Of Parental Grief
Thank you for remembering Ana last week with your cranes. I loved seeing everyone’s photos. I also loved seeing the occasional photo of Ana that I’d never seen before. I saved those when I saw them–what an incredible gift to … Read More »
“What if you knew you’d be the last to touch someone? if you were taking tickets, for example, at the theater, tearing them, giving back the ragged stubs, you might take care to touch that palm, brush your fingertips along … Read More »
“Last evening from the table we saw the owl, huge in the dusk, circling the field on owl-silent wings, The first one ever seen here: now it’s gone, a dream you just remember” from Korean Mums by James Schuyler
I shouldn’t hate March, but I do. This trickster of months promises spring, then takes it away, dumping another foot of thick snow, like clumps of brown sugar, onto overburdened branches. I shouldn’t hate March, except two days after winter, … Read More »
It will be ten months tomorrow. Ten months. I remember everything about Ana’s last January. By then we knew she was dying, but we didn’t know how to say goodbye. I wish I could fast forward through the next two … Read More »
I found pieces of this poem in an old notebook. I don’t remember writing it, but half-finished piece was written in April 2000 (before Ana was even conceived.) It wasn’t finished then and I doubt it’s finished now. A Long … Read More »