On Grief. One.
I am in the grief process. And one of the basic problems I’m having with this grieving process is that the person I most want to talk this though with is the person I’m grieving. My mother, Mary, is fading from Alzheimer’s. I was never close to my sister and my dad and I have always had a contentious relationship. Mom was the one that was there for me. She was not a perfect mother and there were times, especially in my adolescence, that it would have been great if she’d asked
Three Augusts
august: adj, inspiring awe or admiration; full of solemn splendor and dignity August 2001 The fire crackles as the women breathe in the night air and the words spoken by one another. Here is a diverse group of women from the hills of northwest Connecticut: artists, teachers, nurses, therapists, young mothers, school administrators, peace activists. They gather monthly for celebrations of the spirit: summer solstice, winter equinox, births, deaths, life. The topic on this nigh
