Joe and Jennifer – May 19, 1985 The night Joe all but died he joked with his best friend, Johnny, that I was probably traipsing across the globe reporting on the toppling of some Marxist regime. Johnny said Joe was laughing and talking into a make-believe TV camera when he said this. It is five […]
This Is The Way We Were
“This is the way we were: in our growing up and in our marrying and in our living and in our dying.” –From Thornton Wilder’s Our Town On Monday, I stood on a steep hill and stared through a stand of sky-high palm trees down upon the San Gabriel and Sycamore valleys. This is the […]
Only To Be With You
I have climbed the highest mountain I have run through the fields Only to be with you Only to be with you –From U2’s I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For Since her death, my grandmother’s spirit has scaled the walls that define the physical world that for 30 years hindered our togetherness. She […]
Memoir of Bertie
My oldest sister, Faith Willinda, 1958 Below is a letter my sister, Faith (Lin), who lives in Tennessee, shared with me over the phone last night. She wrote this after learning that our grandmother was home from the hospital and being cared for through the help of Hospice. It is so beautiful, I wanted to […]