I think I have searched most of my life for a place of comfort, acceptance, peace - not necessarily among others, but with myself. And I think I am not alone in this journey. What I’ve found rather late in life is that neither place nor circumstance matter so much as role. For me, that… Continue reading A Part We Play

Last week, I went back to where I started, in all of the right ways. I love my siblings unconditionally. Fully. I treasure our time together, especially when in a place so close to our childhood home and with spouses and at least a few of the next generation or two in tow. This past… Continue reading On being the last to go!

As children, my siblings and I relished the freedom and joy of ‘the woods’ at my aunts’ house (and my father’s childhood home) out on Mast Road in Goffstown, New Hampshire. Before it became a Bank of America ATM, a Brewing Company, and a public park with rails to trails access, it was simply ‘the… Continue reading A path out of the woods

40 years ago my mother’s death split my family apart like a land mine. We were never the same, never quite as close, never fully a family. Until my brother died 10 years ago, and we realized what we had missed. Everything. The day to day of sharing and interacting with those who have known… Continue reading Connection

I write mostly to make sense of life. And tonight is no different. A few days ago, my wonderful sister and I were talking, as we so often do, about our mother. My sister was struggling with the fact that my mother was never able to experience being a grandparent and that her children didn’t… Continue reading This Beautiful Life