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
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
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
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