How do you know? How do you come to that moment, when you raise your hand and say, “I’m done?” One of my wiser friends said, “When the moment comes, and there will be one, you’ll...
A Visit from the Bereavement Committee
There is still part of me that wants to iron my cloth napkins. In truth, most of them are stained and stashed in a basket in my laundry room at this moment, hidden from the bereavement...
Lost Recipe
When we say the blessing now at family gatherings, there is an echo in the murmur of the present. I hear the voices of those who are gone, I hear the bell tones of my children when they...
