Originally published December 17, 2016. The other morning as I sat nestled in my easy chair with the New York Times harrumphing at the latest outrageous headline, I heard a high-pitched squeal coming from the dining room.  I bounded out of my chair to see what was going on. There was Marsha, bent over, examining one of her many plants. “Come see my new baby,” … Continue reading Sometimes It’s the Little Stuff that Matters »

I recently visited the cemeteries and grave sites of my family.  Each soul is sacred and with each grave stone there is a story.  Taken together they represent my ancestral identity.  I do not inhabit this world alone; my family was assigned to me without my consent.  My ancestral identity surrounds me, and there is no escaping their presence. At Holyrood Cemetery lies my father’s father, … Continue reading The Power of Ancestors »