How Shall We Live Together (2)

How Shall We Live Together (2)

Joan and I were out for a drive this past week and went past the house where my family lived until I was 9. There was a chokeberry tree in the fence row which had somehow escaped the developer’s bulldozer when the neighborhood was built. Since it was the only place...
How Shall We Live Together (2)

How Shall We Live Together (1)

Well, it’s good to be back with you. I thank you for the expressions of concern we received when you learned Joan was ill and I had been placed in charge of her care. I know you weren’t implying anything negative about my abilities, but were simply affirming your love...
How Shall We Live Together (2)

What I Remembered and What We Can Be

I’ve been thinking about families this month, what with the marriage of our younger son Sam to his fiancé Kelsea on June 17th, which was also Father’s Day. In the hustle and bustle of their wedding, they forgot to get me a Father’s Day present, which I will let slide...
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On Being Awake

After my mother died and my father got kicked out of the assisted-living center for smoking in the bathroom—now that right there is a sentence I never thought I’d say—I was carrying Dad’s mattress up a flight of stairs to his new apartment and hurt my back.  I...
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I’ve Been Thinking About The Children

Last Sunday was our first Mother’s Day without Mom, which I was dreading, until Joan told me to snap out of it. There are benefits of long-time marriages, and one of them is candor, knowing someone well enough to speak bluntly, and putting the hay down where the goats...