grief

Firsts and Lasts and In Betweens: I Miss You, Jeni Flock

March 23, 2014

Truth be told, it was Jeni who made the first move. Before I drew a wider circle, Jeni reached out to me. I didn’t know at the time the extent to which she was a boisterous extravert, a curious humanitarian, a mushy marshmallow heart linked to a wickedly smart and witty mind. But I was […]

No one laughs at God

September 3, 2013

That September morning, a boy awoke excited. He was about to become a teenager. He was the eldest of his generation in the family, and he was thrilled to be the one to break this ground. Just two more days and his life would change. He had no idea. None of us did. It was […]

Boston’s darkest day: a thousand points of light

April 16, 2013

During the endless looping of limited video during yesterday’s Boston Marathon tragedy, I first fixated on the 78 year-old runner who dropped to his knees at the moment of the explosion. Hours later I was relieved to know he was OK. In the dozen or so times I saw his inevitable crumble, he had become […]

Do something

December 16, 2012

Isn’t that what we all want right now, to DO something, something that will soothe the Sandy Hook community, something that will prevent future tragedy, something that will make us and others feel better, safer? We’ve seen horrors like Newtown’s play out, all too often, and we can predict how things will go for the […]

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