Ch-ch-changes…

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” ~ Margaret Mead Maybe if you live on a mountain top in a monastery where the inhabitants have taken an oath of silence, you are not feeling the waves of heavy, sticky … More Ch-ch-changes…

The Importance of Small Moments

I didn’t know how the years ahead would play out. That the Gulf war was just a preamble. That my friend’s five-year-old would commit suicide before his twenty-second birthday. That I wouldn’t study music or social work; instead, I would begin to write. I didn’t know the pervasive sadness — the black well of depression — that would swallow me during that coming decade. I didn’t know that I would flounder over another friend’s suicide, that I would feel so stymied about love, so disappointed, that I wouldn’t truly allow it into my life until after I turned 40.

I was 30 when I left New York. I thought I knew where I was headed. I thought the road before me was clear — unencumbered. I was wrong. … More The Importance of Small Moments

Dear Mom-cat

Dear Mom-cat, I’ve thought a lot over the past few years about your death. Not because it feels imminent, but because you are 77, and time together being what it is, our days as mother and daughter are finite. My death still feels far away, still a distant thumping on a distant drum…but yours is … More Dear Mom-cat