The words of the unquenchable, incomparable Ursula K. Le Guin are among my most treasured possessions. Yes, her books. Of course her books — they occupy two…
Each year I know more people who are sad during the holidays. Many are mourning lost loved ones. That, and my own holiday grief, have seemed regrettable,…
#1: Memories Me, five years old, all witchy-ed up, including a truly impressive grimacing mask, which my mother had worn thirty-some years earlier. “What an ugly witch…
My third Christmas without my mom, 2015. Mom’s favorite holiday is still full of love and tissue paper, peppermint and Christmas-tree smell. But as the moon rises,…