My Father’s Eyes

I have nothing tangible that belonged to my father. They are all in my mother’s and brother’s possession. But when I look into the mirror each day, I see my father so clearly. I have his eyes, I have his nose. No one can ever take that away from me. My father died in 1981,…

Childhood Grief and the Harry Meghan Interview

I didn’t get to see the actual interview, but I’ve read the blow by blow accounts in The NY Times and here are my thoughts from the perspective of someone who knows childhood grief well. There was grief all over the page in this interview. Un-processed grief over the sudden, tragic and early death of…

Full Circle

Full circle. That’s what it felt like this morning.Thirty years ago, when we brought this baby home from the hospital, I took one look at her and thought to myself, “How can I leave this baby at home?” Right then and there I began to write my letter of resignation and faxed it to the…