The Call of Every Day
Must be birdsong or the slightest nudge of breeze kissing your naked ankles and then the soft folds of your eyelids deep inside a dream...
The Call of Every Day
Recalibrating
Memory is a Strange Thing
Argentina, 1990: The Road Not Taken
Calling 911 Because of a Smell
The Pain We Carry
Leaving My Mother Behind
Saguaro in the Palm: Gratitude and the Mindfulness of Death
An Elephant in the Room
Fun (and NOT so much) with Dementia: One Couple’s Journey with Love and Loss
Hope is Contagious
Choice Is What Gives Me Hope
MoMA and Hadestown: Rothko, Matisse and Anais Mitchell
Join the Resistance: First Steps
Reverence is not Only for the Religious
A Cat Named Baby
My Sister and Me
Coming to Life Among the Dying
When Silence is Borne: Andrew Wyeth’s True Work