I said to a friend at a party recently, “I would never have chosen to write about this subject, you know. The subject chose me.” I'm grateful I've been able to do something productive with my compulsive literary musings on death, loss, and grief, hopefully turning them into something helpful or poignant. While it certainly... Continue Reading →
I read an article about taking a day off for rest. Another about why we should spend time doing nothing. I save a quote about how I am not being behind schedule to reassure me, even though I know I am always behind schedule. Another: “Reduce the noise; focus on the essentials.” I save a... Continue Reading →
Winters in Massachusetts are always longer and harsher than I’d like, native Texan that I am. Each year after four months of bundling in layers like an extra in Star Wars, just when I think temps can't possibly dip below freezing again and surely the snow is gone, we get hammered with another blizzard. By... Continue Reading →
Since when did everything have a “day”? I blame social media for ensuring that not just regular birthdays, death anniversaries, and every other family-oriented holiday on the calendar, but even more days of the year, now pain me. I admit I'm particularly sensitive to this one, and I don't mean to be all triggery. Having... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was the seventh anniversary of the Fukushima nuclear disaster that followed the terrifying tsunami that followed an earthquake bigger than ever recorded before in Japan. That tragic domino effect cumulatively killed more than 18,000 people, many of whose bodies were never recovered. Countless families had beloved pieces of their worlds violently ripped away from... Continue Reading →
Anne Pinkerton 