Earlier this week, I posted the third in my series of essays exploring bits of my past. I got a lot of responses to one of my posts for the first time. I don't know whether it was image of the perky chicken sporting a familiar maxim, or that the Facebook algorithm showed my link … Continue reading Coda to Maxim Matrix: Part III, Gender/Identity
Maxim Matrix: Part III, Gender
This post is the third in a series about my family's favored maxims and their place in the matrix that shaped my sense of self. The Cambridge English Dictionary defines a maxim as a brief statement of a general truth, principle, or rule for behavior. My family had scores of them in addition to the … Continue reading Maxim Matrix: Part III, Gender
Maxim Matrix: Part II, Perfectionism
Being good was a slippery golden ring to grasp. I wrote that at the end of the last piece I posted, the first in a series about my family's favored maxims and the matrix that shaped how I understand my place and purpose in the world. I "hear" them often, these constant reminders of how … Continue reading Maxim Matrix: Part II, Perfectionism
Maxim Matrix: Part I, Frugality
The film The Matrix haunts me on SO many levels, but this ramble is not about science fiction or film or conspiracy. It's about family (Surprise!), and maxims' role in the larger code of family programming. A maxim is a brief statement of a general truth, principle, or rule for behavior, according to the Cambridge … Continue reading Maxim Matrix: Part I, Frugality
I’m FINE
Until the last in 2017, most of my dear uncle's and my phone calls began the same way. I'd ask how he was, and he'd say, loudly, "I'm foy-in" and laugh. It was a fond tease that reminded him of me when I was small and learning manners. No matter what was going on, I … Continue reading I’m FINE
Death and the Legacy of Guilt
Upon awakening this morning, images of gravestones filled my mind. I’d prefer to say my half-conscious mind was honoring the service and sacrifice of all those who served in the military, but it wouldn’t be truth. On Memorial Day, more intensely than on other days, I’m swamped by guilt that I’ve neglected my final filial … Continue reading Death and the Legacy of Guilt
On Grief and Facebook
I resumed looking at Facebook a few months back after a year’s absence. I wanted to post links to my blog and had no intention of doing anything more. After only a week of pandemic self-isolation, I found myself longing for connection and some good laughs and links to articles the PBS Newshour doesn’t cover. … Continue reading On Grief and Facebook
On Suffering and the Fear of Death
The pandemic has spun my ongoing existential crisis into a force 5 hurricane. I’m practicing mindfulness to cope. The practice offers me many moments of calm in the storm, but I possess an overly busy brain, and I’ve continued grappling with big issues of human experience—suffering, death, love, and meaning—and I spin out into the … Continue reading On Suffering and the Fear of Death
On Choices
A few months ago I drove to New Hampshire, impetuously, to buy a drum I didn’t need and couldn’t really afford. I spent several hours on the sun porch of an old farmhouse at the end of a dirt road. The drum man understood my need to touch and play so many—from small to enormous, … Continue reading On Choices
R U A Yankee Cook?
In my essay “Kitchen People,” I wrote about an old cookbook I discovered in the summer kitchen at our family’s antique family farmhouse in New Hampshire. Imogene Wolcott’s The Yankee Cookbook (1939, Coward-McCann, Inc.) proved to be as humorous as it was inspirational. Using some of her challenge questions I embedded an ersatz quiz for … Continue reading R U A Yankee Cook?
On Death, Parenting, and Writing
At some point I must have subscribed to an online thing from The Paris Review because I get emails from them at least once per week. I sometimes open them, glance at the title and think, “Oh, this looks cool/interesting/intriguing/etc., I’ll bookmark it,” fully intending to go back to it later in the day. Ha! … Continue reading On Death, Parenting, and Writing
Presents and Christmas Guilt
A long time ago, I think there was some tradition in which writers apologized to their readers for the shortcomings their letters, essays, and books may contain. I do so here: this essay rambles, but I felt moved to write it and am posting it in spite of its flaws. I love the Winter holidays. … Continue reading Presents and Christmas Guilt
A Hospital Experience Like No Other
In 2009, our family and another rented bikes and braved the beautiful and traffic-free carriage trails on Mt. Desert Island in Maine. What began as a treat to be on land after our family of four had been snugged up on our 27’ sloop through stormy seas turned into a nightmare. For a week, we’d … Continue reading A Hospital Experience Like No Other
Circles and Stories
In the top drawer of my bureau, I have a collection of rings in a Ziploc bag. It nestles against a not-particularly-useful jewelry organizer I purchased so I would cease to misplace my various bits of adornment. Nearly every piece of jewelry I own, including the bag of rings, has a story. I live amidst … Continue reading Circles and Stories
Kitchen People
I sit on the screened porch of the Summer kitchen at White Cottage Farm in New Hampshire, looking at Lake Sunapee beneath the gentler hills to the east of Mount Sunapee, which is visible with its summer “striped” ski trails if I look to my right. I sit on one of a half-dozen black café … Continue reading Kitchen People
The Garden
I wrote this essay almost twenty-five years ago and have been thinking of it as I plant this year’s seeds, in a different garden in a different yard. Under the guidance of Mrs. Keller, we kindergarteners first learned to grow vegetables, tucking handfuls of beans into the folds of damp towels. The sprouting of their … Continue reading The Garden
Despair, Nature Poetry, and the Big Question
I was in despair on Tuesday. The kind of despair that makes it seem nothing you do matters, and nothing you are matters. That makes action or speaking a Sisyphian effort. That makes you wish, however fleetingly, for the sweet comfort of release from this world. I felt very alone. So often we delude ourselves … Continue reading Despair, Nature Poetry, and the Big Question
A Godly Paradigm
“God” has been on my mind more intensively than usual during this past week when I had to bid an earthly farewell to my uncle, the most important and beloved person in my life from my infancy until I married and had my children. The Reverend Monsignor William J. Kane, Ph.D. (February 27, 1934-December 8, … Continue reading A Godly Paradigm
Mothering
Sarah had flung herself into the easy chair next to mine upon arriving home after a particularly difficult day at school. Then my fourteen-year-old daughter erupted, sobbing and screaming with frustration. I sat with her. After the flood abated, she sniffled, “Can I sit in your lap?” She draped her tall body over my smaller … Continue reading Mothering
Make No Mistake
A perfectionist from the time I can remember, I learned effectively from my mistakes every day. Through cuts, scrapes and broken bones, I learned to climb gaspingly high into treetops, navigate slick rocks across rushing creeks, and coast my bike with no hands or feet. Most learning from mistakes as a young child was painful … Continue reading Make No Mistake
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