from exile to emergence

There were no locks on the interior doors of my childhood home. Our family of six lived in a tiny two-bedroom house on the edge of Brooklyn in what had been a beach community of bungalows until the soldiers returned from WWII to settle down. The only privacy I had in that house full of … Continue reading from exile to emergence

something about mary

Sunday afternoons the six of us piled into Dad’s station wagon and drove to Uncle Rick and Aunt Mary’s house. It wasn’t a long drive but everything we had to do before we went there, made is seem so. First, there was church. Dad didn’t go - he was ‘done’ with priests after a falling … Continue reading something about mary

silence of the lamb

When children share secrets, there's a bit of intrigue mixed with excitement. A bond is formed between those ‘in’ on information meant for no one else. A child feels trusted … special ... chosen. When adults share secrets with children, it often has the same effect, but with the weight of burden. This weight of ‘keeping’ … Continue reading silence of the lamb

the power of the written word

Yesterday I shared the start of my writing stories. Why I write began earlier, just before my seventh birthday when my mom was taken away to the hospital ‘for a rest’ in the hours just before the sun rose. This was not the first time my mom had ‘gone away.’  The scene that played out … Continue reading the power of the written word