I was driving in the car and I had on THE WORLD from PRI and Lisa Mullins was interviewing Aine Minogue, a Celtic harpist who has released a cd of Celtic lamentations. And I realized they were talking to me about my grief. She said that universally cultures grieve for a year and then move […]

I love using my body. My brother came over early today and fixed the stovepipe for my woodstove while I moved big pieces of cherry lumber that KK and I stored in a hobbit hole above the steps. It was heavy, but I did it. Then we borrowed my dairy farmer neighbor’s Bobcat, and Jeff […]

I haven’t forgotten. I just can’t think of anything to say. I miss you.

My children are philosophers. Not surprising since their father was such, and the little time that they spent with their philosopher-stepfather must have affected them as well. Brendan the railer(he who rails against the MAN), Ian the searcher (he keeps heading East), and Caitlan the seeker of justice (she wonders whether India and Ghana are […]

It’s the night before Thanksgiving, and it used to be my anniversary. I drank a beer.

My brother got my tag and listed Faure’s Requiem and that’s one of the pieces on my Canterbury Cathedral cd from Aunt Carol. It was very weird because I was listening to it when I read his blog. Last night I talked to my son Ian–he called me because my daughter had alerted both my […]

My friend Deb sent me today’s issue of Writer’s Almanac. I love Writer’s Almanac. A poem by Joe was in it, even though the poem was not written by Joe. It was published in Georgetown, KY. I knew Joe went away, but I didn’t know he went to Georgetown. http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/