her chair

          very sick, my mother spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home.  each time I’d visit I’d find her propped up in a chair by the nurse’s station.  one day I asked “what are you doing out here, mom?”     “I’m waiting to buy my ticket, so I can get on the train.”    …

back to boston

                    working off that Thanksgiving dinner coma  

vulnerable to joy

one day with Izzy all we needed was a little snow.. a week later, it arrived   “I know what I really want for Christmas. I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn’t make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense,…

at this table

  Perhaps the World Ends Here ~ Joy Harjo The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on. We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees…