Brevity

As long as I am alive there will always be another side—an other side.  In the midst of grief, loss, pain, or transition I often feel as if the struggle will never end.  I get stuck in the mire, sometimes allowing dark thoughts to take over and losing myself for a while.  I forget that … Read more

Helen

Last night I dreamt of being in my paternal grandmother’s house.  It was just as she had left it the day I went with her to the hospital.  We didn’t know then that she would never come home, and would instead spend the end of her life in the clutches of Parkinson’s disease, wasting away … Read more

5:33

  This is the first time that I am writing about my father’s murder. Twenty-one years ago, on December 7, 1993, my father boarded a 5:33 commuter train from Penn Station, never to return home.  One stop before Mineola, where he lived with my stepmother and half-sister, my father was shot to death by a … Read more