Dressing For Success with One Breast

Built in the 1880’s the house where I spent my early childhood had three front doors and two staircases.  My father’s medical practice took up about half of the downstairs, and its entrance used the north door on the front of the house. The other two, which lead to the private residence, were permanently locked.  The central entrance foyer, with its beautiful…

Taking care of our own.

Monday afternoon was sunny and crisply cold, the sky a rich winter blue. I attended the beautiful funeral of my friend Meg. Prayers in Hebrew, and of a more Buddhist nature were recited at the graveside service. Words from Shakespeare, Wendell Berry and a Michigan artist/naturalist Gwen Frostic were spoken. Several people stepped forth with stories from the…

An Essay on Transition

“Be kind. Everyone you meet is carrying a heavy burden.” Ian MacLaren We are here for such a short while, and never know when we may be departing.  The sudden death of a friend this past week both hurts my heart, and opens me to being grateful that I am still here. I ache for…