June 11, 2013
I once saw a home movie – previously a silent film, transposed to video – of my maternal grandfather, “Tappy,” feeding me strawberries from his garden. I was less than a year old, in a frilly white dress with barely any hair, sitting barefoot in his lap on the ground. With each attempted bite, his […]
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April 11, 2013
Writing helped me through the first months and years after my husband died. Early on, it was a sort of informal journal of dumping onto a page whatever was swirling in my head. Along the way, the writing took on various eclectic forms. I captured the essence of dreams. I wrote Seussical nonsense rhymes. I […]
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