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…

Lessons from A Dog Rescue

Mothers will risk everything for their children. Human or animal, it doesn’t matter. There was an incident in our community yesterday that had begun Wednesday evening. I was unsettled that night because all throughout the evening beginning 10PM there was a dog that kept barking. This was unusual because usually after 10PM, aside from the…