A decade ago, I wrote my first commentary for WBFO. It was about a shopping trip with my then four-year-old daughter. Today, that bubbly little girl is an adventurous teen. Her fashion sense has, if anything, become even more audacious over time. Her mother, too, is ten years older, hopefully a little wiser, and the girl, … Continue reading The Art of Letting Go
She was wearing white, and looked barely 20. He was striking in his Navy uniform. Her blue eyes were big and round, her glowing face framed by soft golden curls. His intense gaze communicated a delicate balance between steely confidence and inner warmth. I stared at the faded black and white photo, finally recognizing the … Continue reading An Old-fashioned Love Story
I woke up that morning and turned on the radio for the daily update on the Taliban’s retreat, only to learn of the death of the “quiet” Beatle at the age of 58. Caught off-guard, I began to cry. I was propelled back in time to December 8, 1980, when I was just 17 years … Continue reading All Those Years Ago
Blue like the sky or the ocean, clear like cold rain? Or is it the hot yellow of blinding sunlight? Perhaps it’s faded pink, like dead dried-up cherry blossoms. Grief is deep red, a rich crimson— a wound right through the heart.
Furious raindrops Beating down on The rooftops I hear the wild dance Of nature.
So many voices whispering your name out loud you were deeply loved.
I can recall the long-ago image of a leftover casserole meticulously wrapped and stashed in the fridge only to be ravaged during some nocturnal scavenger hunt. Our family kitchen became a place to linger, in the present moment, all hours of the day. Now when I open the refrigerator door the light from inside illuminates … Continue reading Kitchen Stories
I was about seven the first time I saw my father teach. I sat in the back of the lecture room, scribbling in an examination "blue book." Every once in a while, I looked up at the people seated near me, unwitting inspiration for my imaginative stories. Next to the blackboard was a tall man, … Continue reading A Teacher’s Legacy
My five-year-old daughter is in denial. She can’t accept the fact that her current object of affection and admiration, the venerable dinosaur, is extinct. During a recent visit to the science museum, she gives full expression to her indignation. Looking up at the enormous replica of the triceratops, she places her hands squarely on her … Continue reading Dinosaurs
One day when I was young My father whispered Did you know That the safest place In all the world Is in your papa’s arms? I tucked the words inside my head And went to bed each night Dreaming. These are the days I find myself half-smiling Remembering those moments Of happy whispered promises And … Continue reading Awake