Today’s #LongerView is called ”Dying Alone” but it is just as much about dying unnoticed. Where I live, that kind of fear is in great supply. I know I am fortunate in not fearing death. It is a gift, in its own way, rarely one to be shared. What is to be shared is spending... Continue Reading →
Her Last Door
Most Sundays I wrote a weekly letter to my mother, just a page or two. She liked receiving letters. It was the way she had corresponded with her siblings and her own mother. In her last years, the familiar was important. Mom died on Christmas Eve this past year. She lived a long, full life,... Continue Reading →
Her Kind of Love
Today is Maurya’s birthday. This once vibrant woman is now a place in my heart. I no longer think about calling her on special days but it is the rare day that I don't think of her at all. And when the reality of her death washes over me yet again, the pain opens my heart to loss,... Continue Reading →