I dreaded returning to my childhood home for visits the year following my father’s death. During my daily life I could manage to float through each day in a bereavement fog, enveloped in my grief, but without any major triggers. A trip home…
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Wonder
Every year when spring finally comes, I reacquaint myself with the bees that have been missing from the landscape during the long winter months. I am continually humbled and amazed by these tiny creatures buzzing tirelessly from flower to flower collecting…
Dad’s Faulkners
My father’s collection of Faulkner books was one of the first things I moved into my new apartment. I moved the small box over by hand and placed it carefully on an empty shelf. My BA in literature was non-conventional and…
Heart Vibrations
I remember the first time I saw a penguin. We were on a cruise through ice fjords surrounding Tierra del Fuego in Patagonia. Seeing penguins was highly probable at this time of the year, but nothing was guaranteed. On the first…
Embarrassment
At the tender age of 12 something dreadful happened to me at a concert that has scarred me permanently. I was playing in one of my first concerts ever on my bassoon and I didn’t have a black skirt to…