Mourning

“I don’t remember, I don’t recall, I got no memory of anything at all” Recently, at the local Trader Joe’s, I found myself unconsciously perusing the bakery section. We have a newer store that opened last summer much closer to my house than the previous one where I used to…

Cry, cry cry for the Beloved Country. Cry the Divided Country Cry; cry, cry, cry; Cry 96 tears; cry 96 million tears. Cry while George’s guitar gently weeps. Cry while my guitar gently weeps. I hear millions of voices, crying for someone to listen. Cry me a River. Cry for…

Pathologizing Grief: How Long Can You Be Sad? Here we go again. The so-called experts in psychiatry charged with updating the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM-5), the less than empirical “bible of psychiatry” that clinicians rely on for reimbursable diagnoses, have decided that six months, maybe a year if they’re…

My mom was a great seamstress. We would often go to the fabric store and pick out fabrics that we liked. She would take measurements of herself along with my measurements as well and start planning designs. Always made her own gowns and all my recital dresses and Halloween costumes. …

“When does Mike get there?” I stood in my parents’ garden/garbage shed on the phone with my oldest brother. The only spot on the property with cell phone coverage when it rains. “He’s coming back from Paris. I think he’s on a plane, now.” Silence on across the proverbial wire…

Recently, I have suffered greatly as a result of the loss of a dear one. …