#13 Recalculating

#13 Recalculating

#13  Recalculating For decades Paul and I have brought together an ever-lovely group of friends and family on our backyard Mt Pollux for Rosh Hashanah. This year it felt important to continue our tradition. I wasn’t feeling 100%, but had so many people help with all...

#12 Organ Recital

#12 Organ Recital

As someone who has lived my life in the driver’s seat, it’s not easy being a passenger. As someone who has been the proverbial giver, it’s not easy being the receiver. As someone who has nurtured a career as a healer, it’s hard to be the patient. Of course, no one has...

#9 Bare Bones

#9 Bare Bones

We leave Amherst at 8 am for a day of appts at MGH in Boston Wednesday. Slated for bloodwork, a conversation with the clinical trial nurses, meeting with the PA, and a PICC line dressing cleaning (which I immediately reframe as a spa experience! Ah the cool cleansers...

#11 Grape Juice

#11 Grape Juice

We drive part way to Boston before answering a call that in fact, they do not have a bed for me. When we return home to our bonus day, we think together, what shall we do? We harvest our overflowing patch of tomatoes and Paul makes his famous slow-cooked-with...

#8 Surrender

#8 Surrender

With any big diagnosis,, or maybe it’s just life, there are bumps along the way. I always hope the bumps smooth out, that they are not too serious, and that reasonable solutions are found. I personally am looking for grace when I hit a bump, but it is not always in...