The Pipes Will Always Call.

A bowl of peanuts wrapped in paper-thin skins reminds me of my grandfather, his swollen knuckles and rough hands a reflection of the hard life he lived. The smell of a pipe is always followed by an echo of the wet cough that ultimately took my other grandfather’s life. Swedish Fish bring back images of summertime and walking with cousins to the corner store for penny candies.Peanuts, pipes and penny candies....more

Loss Hurts . . . but not forever

This has been a sad week.  My favorite aunt left for Heaven; another family member died, and my precious sister is in the hospital with a terrible battle to fight.  My dear friend’s daughter has cancer–again–and an adopted nephew is in trouble too–and very lost....more
I wanted to say how sorry I am for what you are going through. I am saying a prayer as I type ...more

Moving On to A Magical Life

 If someone had told me 10 years ago that I would have a magical life after infertility, I probably would have decked them. Such was my anger and despair over the loss of a fragile but long-held dream and more than a decade of trying, fruitlessly, to conceive with the man I adore. I was bitter, broken and inconsolable. ...more


Eleven months since you were born silently into this world. At times I can't believe it's been that long already. At other times it feels like it's been eleven years. I am filled with mixed emotions today. I am sitting in a lovely hotel in Spain. We have spent the week sleeping late, laying by the pool, getting tan, drinking wine, and taking naps. Oh, and I've also been injecting myself with IVF drugs in preparation for our upcoming transfer. ...more

Protecting Our Own: The Sign on Leiby Kletzky's Door

If you're anything like me, you have been disgusted by every detail of the kidnapping and murder of eight-year-old Brooklynite Leiby Kletzky, and yet compelled to know more. I can't remember the last time I've had to hide the newspaper for three days running, or change the channel every time my kids entered the room. But I have to keep looking....more
To night I watched the news and saw that a father was arrested for numerous physical abuse acts ...more

The Sentimental Scarf


The Lone Eagle

The old man sat in the old wooden rocker on his back porch all afternoon.  His friends used to call him Red, due to the hair that used to grace the top of his head.  It was mostly gone now, and what was left sure wasn’t red anymore.  The friends were gone too, but he hardly cared about that.   Red had a great backyard; it oversaw a small lake and part of a mountain range.  Tango, North Dakota.   About as far north in the USA as you can get without coming south again, he used to joke.   You could hold a camera up out here and...more

I enjoyed this story, wonderful short fiction!


Hello, Goodbye

The Beatles...more

Laughter Through Tears & a Little White Dog

This isn't a story about a dog. Not really.It's Tuesday, a warm June afternoon and I'm sitting alone in my living room. Criss-cross-applesauce in the recliner, dreading the phone call I know is coming. Finally it rings, and reading my aunt's name on the screen, I answer. "You have bad news.""Depends on how you look at it," she says, crying.And then I'm sobbing, large shaking cries that actually make noise. Cries that give the "boo hoo's" their creed. I hold myself and rock, in a fashion done only by those who are truly devastated....more

What It's Really Like To Lose A Child

Have you ever tried to imagine what it's like to lose a child? I can't even count how many times people have told me "I can't even imagine". Of course you can't....why would you want to? I'll admit it and say that I tried to imagine it A LOT after my son, Carter, was born. When you have a medically fragile child, you have to go there. You know that someday it probably will happen and you feel absolutely terrible thinking about it, but you feel like you have to prepare yourself. The ugly truth is that it is NOTHING like what you would imagine. It's a lot worse. ...more
Thank you for posting this. I sincerely admire your strength and I'm sure Carter must have been ...more