Where’s Your Place?

| September 28, 2015

Mine is the beach–the place where my soul is at peace. There’s an old Little River Band song, “I was born in the sight of water…” Every time I hear those words I think, that’s who I am. I lived on a small island with water as the background to my life. Walking to school, […]

Ten Years Ago

| September 11, 2011

The world was different. No one had flown an airplane into buildings where innocent people were working. No one had watched people they loved die because airplanes had flown into towers and the Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania. Like many of our country’s citizens, our family lost someone we knew. He was my husband’s […]

Remembering

| August 4, 2011

Today would have been my grandmother’s birthday. She died when I was twelve. She was the first person close to me who died, and her death was the first time I realized how long “never” was going to be. I stayed in her brother’s home the night before the funeral. They’d told me my aunt […]