Babblings

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…