• Pass the Gravy, Please

    “Back in the day, my parents were always warning about calamities and tragedies waiting to happen if I didn’t look both ways when I crossed the street; if they weren’t vigilant and we…

  • Life of Pi-ano

    “Some folks grow up around ponies, beaches, sailboats, rosary beads, or with an effusive auntie. I, on the other hand, grew up with and have always lived with pianos. I don’t know why,…

  • Sometimes in Winter

    “Without spilling the personal details of a dear friend’s recent health crisis, I’ll just say that serving as health care proxy is not a walk in the park. For several months, my mind…

  • Home Again

    “The memories—because I was a privileged child in many ways—were not unpleasant. I never heard my parents fight, for instance. They didn’t raise their voices toward one another (and rarely toward anyone else).…

  • Dust Gazing

    “What did I do with that time and space? I spent an inordinate amount of time gazing up. One of my favorite pastimes was pretending that the ceiling was the floor; the living…

  • Objets du Coeur

    “When my mother passed 22 years ago, my siblings weren’t interested in most of her possessions (just as today, I’m told, many children don’t really want their parents’ old photos and dishes). But…