Remembering Timmy

Remembering Timmy

The boy with the blond hair poking out from the dirty baseball cap grabbed his mitt and ambled across the lawn, then crossed the street. “Where you going?” I called after Timmy. “To the school.” He turned enough to catch my face, then he skipped onto the sidewalk....
The Last Shift

The Last Shift

Grabbing my bags, I tread softly down the hall, passing the hushed rooms of sleeping patients, chirping monitors and the light banter at the nurses’ station. Someone moans. I don’t say goodbye because I am becoming more and more like my mother, who abstained entirely...
Somewhere on the Way to Here

Somewhere on the Way to Here

*For all the people who told me I should write about The School Bus. Here you go. The old school bus pulled up to the designated street corner in Manhattan, stopping in front of a loose gathering of 15 people. Bruce pulled open the door and jumped onto the sidewalk,...
The Garden Near the Cross

The Garden Near the Cross

It was pathetic but also sweet – like an ugly puppy. There we were, staring at the cold dirt, two signs of spring – a smatter of purple crocuses and a couple of neighbors talking to each other. Really, this is Cape Cod. It draws people who can’t run any farther away...
Noel (Offline)

Noel (Offline)

*** Dear friends, This is a repost, but also a timeless reminder to slow down this Christmas season! The internet went out on November 24th. At first I thought, No big deal. I can get around it. But one day and one hour with tech support turned into a week and...