Take a Picture So That You Can Remember

My mother had a way with words. Even in the midst of her thirteen year battle with Alzheimer’s. One of my most memorable visits to her nursing home was a short one. I was in a rush to run to the bank, meet with her lawyer, and apply for a copy of her social security card […]

We’re Not Who We Think We Are

I was an unhappy child. Or at least that’s what I told myself for decades because of all the somber black and white photographs my mother took of me back then. “Get this kid some Prozac!” I imagine someone might have suggested to her had anti-depressants been invented in 1961. I’d constructed a sad narrative […]

What Grief Taught Me About Joy

I’m no Elizabeth Kubler Ross.But I do know a little bit about dying. And joy. Because everybody becomes an expert on death sooner or later. And that’s why we have to cultivate joy however and whenever we can. My father died at the age of 60, following a painful battle with colon cancer. When I […]