Mommy’s Brew

Mommy has always loved her coffee.For many, many decades her day began, and ended with it. As a teenager, I always knew better than to talk to her, or ask for permission from her before she had her first cup of coffee for the day. Always black with sugar, never any cream. At home we…

Grief and “Better Things”

It’s strange how one simple but profound scene from a television show can transform you into a weeping mess. I’ve been home most of the time over the last 15 days since my wrist has been in a splint due to a freak accident in an elevator. And so my days have been filled with…

A Kinder New Year

On the first day of 2021, I had written, “Hope versus hopelessness. Rather than think of a situation as hopeless, perhaps it might be better to instead acknowledge that it has come to an end. And because it is over, it can only be one of two things, or both. One is to let it…