From Safe Keeping To Self-Compassion: The Journey of My Engagement Ring

For many years, my diamond engagement ring sat in my safe deposit box. An exquisite Marquise cut, the ring was put away for “safekeeping” after I became a widow, when, in fact, I didn’t want to look at it anymore. It felt too painful. I remember the brilliantly sunny October day John and I traveledContinue reading “From Safe Keeping To Self-Compassion: The Journey of My Engagement Ring”

Cherishing Memories Through Writing

Yellow roses in a cream-colored Lenox vase grace my kitchen table. Thirty-seven years ago, John brought me a dozen yellow roses when our younger son, Daniel, was born. He entered my hospital room wearing turquoise-tinted aviator sunglasses. “Here’s looking at you, kid,” he said, handing me the flowers. The cool hospital room, with its fluorescentContinue reading “Cherishing Memories Through Writing”

A Wintry Mix of Memoir and Vulnerability

I have taught memoir for fifteen years, and my takeaway is always this: There is a great curiosity about where our words might lead us, coupled with the desire to learn the craft of writing.

Welcoming In Autumn

The autumn equinox has come and gone, leaving behind a balance of dark and light hours. As we gradually transition into earlier nights and embrace the changes that autumn brings, it offers thoughts and reflections. Autumn is a time to reset and even renew intentions. I anticipate continuing our writing journey and uniting women withinContinue reading “Welcoming In Autumn”

Remembering You on September 11

The baby wasn’t due for three weeks, but babies don’t arrive on schedule, or at least, not two hours before a 40th birthday bash. Invites gone out to friends and family. Too late to cancel. While the baby and I snuggled in the hospital, you went home and passed out cigars. A son on your birthday!Continue reading “Remembering You on September 11”