I dream of equality. I dream of a country that partners together to build a great society for all. That only happens when we lose the win-lose mindset—so let’s do that.
My mother, GG, was dead at ninety-nine years of age. She was on her last journey and it was okay.
Buddhists have a story of four friends who worked together to accomplish good. We need to do that as well.
enough joy and love to see me through my most recent loss, my missing my own mother as well as those women who no longer are present in life but live large in my heart and memories: Marilyn, Faye, Sr. Libby, and now Carole. Happy Mother’s Day.
I convinced a family friend who belonged to a rather unorthodox Jewish congregation to name her in his temple for two of the women I loved best in this world.
But that day in the museum, it was I who held her hand in mine. It was my hand supporting her, reassuring her, protecting her.
“I could feel the tracks on my cheeks burned into my memory from the tears I had shed in Sokolka.”
the joy is not in the keeping but in the giving
In those dark and awful moments, I knew fear, loss, and grief. I understood the horror of Covid.
Just like this society, we are stronger together.