Tag Archives: coping with loss

Gnomes and Ghosts and Other Things

We went on a road trip with our friends Kit and Beverly and spent two nights in a pair of Airstream trailers. The one Monte and I stayed in was like a tin can, its interior metal walls left mostly bare except for … Continue reading

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To Somehow Find Our Way

Tomorrow will mark a year since my mother’s death. I am absolutely a different person now than I was a year ago and that’s all I want to say about that, which is probably a relief to readers of this … Continue reading

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Not-Thinking

Our daughter spent the holidays in England with the family she married into, but so it goes.  The 1930s picture above of an unknown California woman reminded me of myself, i.e., “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” Although I really didn’t feel … Continue reading

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Permission Granted

The weather was a steady curtain of mist and drizzle interspersed with flashes of  sunlight. And rainbows. Rainbows, plural, yes. I had hitched a ride with Monte to the beach, and while he surfed, I walked home. The tide was low, … Continue reading

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Our Rashomon…And A Child’s Touching Faith

This post is connected to yesterday’s blog of holiday reflections prompted by a photograph from 1962. I also shared the picture on Facebook, and two of my siblings commented. The sister who was a toddler in my father’s lap in that photo was obviously too … Continue reading

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Somehow

I made an enlargement of this photo for my mother a few years ago and mounted it on the wall in front of her bed so she could see it every morning. It was a source of delight to her, and … Continue reading

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Morning Birds by Naomi Shihab Nye

Sometimes I come upon a poem that perfectly reflects what I’m feeling, but I could never have expressed it so beautifully. This one is by the wise, kind, and eloquent Naomi Shihab Nye. I have met Naomi a few times, and we’ve had … Continue reading

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