The Last Time I Saw My Father

The Last Time I Saw My Father

My father’s later years were difficult. He bounced from one nursing home to another, his peripatetic life precipitated by his refusal to stay where he was put. By the time my father entered his first nursing home, he was losing his ability to walk. He had nearly lost...
Ode to a De-Cluttered Mind

Ode to a De-Cluttered Mind

October 2, 2012:  Second day of my writer’s retreat.   Somedays, even on a writer’s retreat, we cannot write.  We have to de-clutter. And for me, returning to this cabin, as noted in my earlier post, carries with it considerable emotional freight.   “De-clutter” and...