The Blessing of a Stillbirth 

Finding God’s Blessing In Tragedy

I’m missing the fur

and not just of my dead cat

Grief Capacity

Mourning in the New Century

My father died when I was eight, and the grief was acute. When introduced to children of eight some thirty years later, I still startle. Their tenderness and lack of guile belies the elaborate thoughts and emotions I experienced…

Fading Light

Self(ishness) Medicated

A Naked Gaze

An elegy for those brutally murdered in Treblinka

Everyone Dies a Little

Suicide Takes One Life and Pieces of Others

I am completely unqualified to write this. I doubt I’ll offer any worthwhile revelation; I can’t imagine that I’ll approach this subject from any untrodden perspective; I don’t even expect…

Looking back, running forward

Five years since he passed away

Fading Light

Transition

When I was 17 I worked in a Nursing Home for the Elderly and Infirm. It smelt, it was far…

He danced with me

I was widowed in the spring of 1982. There was a party. We were with friends. He left early. I went home and crossed the…

Piglet

You never know when you’re going to get the look. You might know it’s coming. You might have been expecting it a long time. But the fundamental…