memorial
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Remembering
i sit at a windowin the restauranton the 20th floor of my nyc hotel cold, february night snow piles in gutters below frozen streets reflect homeward headlights i look down on the 9/11 memorial park two… Continue reading
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Mom’s Birthday, February 28, 2013
She would have turned 93,were she alive. Is it okay to say,"Today my mother turns 93,"or can one no longer say this,when the body is gone?In such cases,there is nothing to turn 93.A buried box of ashes?Even that likely no… Continue reading
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Grandmother’s Farmhouse
After she died,grandmother's farmhouse–without anyone's intending it–evolved into a shrine,a monument to our lost history. Untouched, year upon year,it dusted over,much like, every week,the oak table that anchored the kitchendusted over with flour on baking day–only everywhere now–thick on painted window… Continue reading
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Remembering My Mother
My mother died on December 27, 2003. This is what I wrote for her memorial: Mom died last Saturday. I was with her, saw it, felt it…profound, awesome, frightening, wonderful. I comfort myself by thinking about Mom's dying–and my own,… Continue reading