meditations and dialogues about family, books, ideas, and the writing life
Posted in Childhood memories, Europe Without a Name, Family, My Father, My short stories, Writing on Apr 26th, 2012
That we could, as we do, live in the realm of eternal mirrors, working our way at the same time through unmowed grasses. ~ Czeslaw Milosz It has been almost six months since my father’s passing. I still can’t grasp what happened, even though I know exactly what happened. All I can think of is [...]
Posted in Authors, Family, Guest Poets, Meditations on life on Jan 3rd, 2012
I still can’t write about it and I don’t know why. I know what I want to say … but it’s not enough to say it. Perhaps all I can do is to wait for it to pass. Will I know when it’s over? I don’t know. Here are two poems written in honor of [...]
Posted in Family, Meditations on life on Oct 3rd, 2011
John 14:1-4 “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again [...]
Posted in Childhood memories, Family, Listening is an Act of Love, Meditations on life, People in my life on Sep 5th, 2011
This is my favorite picture of my parents. I like the way my mom looks on this picture; she reminds me of a movie star from the 30s. But I especially like the way my father looks because the corners of his mouth are turned upward. When I look at the picture I feel like [...]
Posted in Blogging, Childhood memories, Family, Meditations on life, People in my life, photos on Aug 7th, 2011
It is 5:20 a.m. someday in the middle of summer when I am seven or eight; my sister is three years younger. My sister and I are sitting in the kitchen, in our night gowns, on stools placed in the middle of the floor and facing the door. We are wide awake but we don’t [...]
Posted in Authors, Childhood memories, Family, Guest Poets, Language on Jul 24th, 2011
When I think of summer, I think of time not passing. I think of the beach and the constancy of one sound that was present before anyone could hear it. I think of my young lightweight body, darkened, pressing to the warm sand, as fine and white as flour. I think of the waves [...]
Posted in Childhood memories, Family, Meditations on life, People in my life on Jul 17th, 2011
When I look at this picture of my sister I remember the day. We were visiting my uncle, my mother’s brother and his family. They had just moved to this new apartment and my parents were excited to see the new place. My sister was two maybe two and a half years old. I was [...]
Posted in Family, My short stories, People in my life on Jul 9th, 2011
I am finishing a short story titled: “In the Forest of Angels.” The story was inspired by real events and all the characters in the story are based on real people — my grandparents, my mother, and me. Here are two short excerpts: Joseph knew, and could even remember this from before the war, [...]
Posted in Childhood memories, Family on Jun 21st, 2011
There was a moment in my life when I realized that my father used to be a child, just like me. This realization made me feel more mature but at the same time more vulnerable. In this moment, I realized that I am following my father’s path of growing up (which meant that eventually I [...]
Posted in Childhood memories, Family, Listening is an Act of Love, Meditations on life, People in my life on May 17th, 2011
I suspect that most of us believe that memories preserve a moment in time, something that happened and now is being accessed and viewed “as it was once before.” I suspect that most of us believe in their memories and are attached to the very specific way something is remembered. But what do we really [...]
