I like order. What an understatement. My cousins, too, learned neatnickness from our grandmother, Memère. Many French Canadian women inherit a flair forle ménage. Not biologically hardwired like us, one cousin’s husband, says, “It’s a sickness with you people.” He profits from this “illness.” His shirts hang in his closet lined up by color; easier to… Continue Reading
On the second day of summer, I sit on a bench alone on the Eastern Promenade in Portland, gazing at one of the world’s most gorgeous views. I see scattered boats speckling the harbor and hear their halyards clapping and slapping the masts. The azure above holds blankets of clouds that somehow do not block… Continue Reading
LBGTQ Pride month. Fifty years since Stonewall. Three years since forty-nine killed in Florida at the popular gay bar Pulse. Two weeks since four died in Detroit in anti-gay murders. So amid happy parades, rainbow flags, and “how far we’ve come,” more work calls out for us to see people as people. What needs doing… Continue Reading
He walks into the exam room for my yearly physical, looks at my chart and smiles, “It says here you’re 70. Can’t be.” He announces pulmonary function test results. “You have the lungs of a 50-year-old.” With these two thumbs up from my doctor, I figure, “Good news this year.” Then, after I report pain… Continue Reading
On a Friday hike in the Berkshires, seven-year-old Lawson and I hop logs and dodge mud. She names the trail we walk “the eyeball path. It’s round and big. See how my eyeballs go down on the bottom and then up around, like this path?” We take her picture so I can show her parents… Continue Reading
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