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Helping Hands
It was immensely helpful to Jim and our family to have a private community group through Lotsa Helping Hands. Please read more about it if you are interested, in Story Project: Jim’s XL Blanket. Filed...
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Trying to Trick Time in Kyoto (Part 1: The Bird-Whisperer )
I tried, fairly consciously, to trick time. It was a fool’s errand, but nonetheless led to a great adventure. On the anniversary of the hour of Jim’s death at home, it was already the next day in...
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A Certain Verticality
My husband as a CME? It was Suessical-ly strange to see. Jim appreciated impromptu poetry of dubious quality, and endlessly humored me; I promise he would have approved such an introduction, though...
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Skipping to the Epiphany: Time Travel and Hothouse Flowers (Kyoto: Part 3)
I began our continuing travelogue with a reference to my fruitless attempt to trick time. We accompanied daylight through multiple time zones and ended up thirteen hours ahead of ourselves, so that...
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Castle Creeping and Koi (Kyoto: Part 4)
It is astonishing how quickly one can feel at home in a new place where one does not know the language–at least when one has competent children leading the way. By the beginning of our second day in...
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A Reeling Wheelhouse
This morning, on the way to school, my daughter asked, “How do I spot an unmarked police car?” This happens to be at least on the periphery of my expertise, so I promptly launched into a treatise on...
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Murder in a Small Town
When I dropped my daughter off at school yesterday morning, police and campus security were cordoning off huge sections of Exeter in anticipation of a Town Hall visit by the Vice-President. It was a...
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Tipping a Wing
My college graduating class had what my husband Jim would have called a “reunion of significance” this year–one of those reunions that we as undergrads would have witnessed and thought, Damn, they’re...
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A Couplet and Complicated Compassion
“Yesterday it did not seem as if today it would be raining.” Last night actually did give just a hint of rain, after a glorious evening outside at Prescott Park in Portsmouth. This time Shawn Colvin...
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Blue Angels in the Backyard
Literally: Not the outlaw Scottish motorcycle gang, nor “the blue angels of the nativity“–and certainly not the barbiturate. . . . but gravity is being defied in these cerulean skies. Filed under: Back...
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The Extraordinary Ordinary
Certain dreams seem universally to plague my friends—dreams of falling, of having to return to high school (the horror!), of having to take a college exam in a class to which one has neglected to show...
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An Emerald Necklace
Many necklaces are special. Sometimes a necklace is not a necklace. Strung between my longtime work world and the galaxy of Boston hospitals clustered around Fenway Park–the first and last ballpark...
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Confessions of an Habitual Offender
In the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, a person can be indicted as an habitual criminal. It is as if plucking a magic combination from three enumerated categories of convictions means one has developed...
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Zero-Visibility Blogging: My Second Blogiversary!
I just drove my daughter to the airport on this week’s second white-shrouded zero-visibility travelling morning. Metaphorically, on my second blogiversary it remains difficult to see all of gems which...
View ArticleThe Shadows Know
“Are they shadows that we see? And can shadows pleasure give? Pleasures only shadows be Cast by bodies we conceive And are made the things we deem In those figures which they seem.” –Samuel Daniel A...
View ArticleThe Dunes Abide
A limitless tapestry of rich red-gold sand is dappled by hoof prints roughly the size and shape of swaddled footballs. With each tread, a spray of pure gold rises, hovers, and enfolds itself back...
View ArticleTrying to Trick Time in Kyoto (Part 1: The Bird-Whisperer )
I tried, fairly consciously, to trick time. It was a fool’s errand, but nonetheless led to a great adventure. On the anniversary of the hour of Jim’s death at home, it was already the next day in...
View ArticleA Certain Verticality
My husband as a CME? It was Suessical-ly strange to see. Jim appreciated impromptu poetry of dubious quality, and endlessly humored me; I promise he would have approved such an introduction, though...
View ArticleFrom Seacoast to Stratosphere
The stratosphere descended yesterday. Heaven had moved closer to us, for awhile. This morning the sea rose in crystallized wraiths which spun and danced together atop much warmer waves and out to the...
View ArticleNew Worlds
One of my children has coaxed me to parts of the world I never otherwise would have occupied. Even her father’s spirit of adventure and powers of persuasion had their limits, and I would happily have...
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