Words and thoughts left unsaid

Words and thoughts left unsaid

I’ve written more letters in my life than I’ve actually sent. Many more. I’ve written letters to my family and friends and politicians and store clerks and other drivers and strangers on the street and parents at parks and children of those parents. I’ve used these...
Why I left my aging, ailing father alone

Why I left my aging, ailing father alone

My stepmother died on Saturday morning. By Monday, my father was appalled that her cancer doctor hadn’t called him to express his condolences. “He took care of her for eight years,” my dad said, shaking his head in disbelief. I made an attempt to explain this to him....

Tending to the Dead: honoring a life

Today I will bury my stepmother. I’ve spent the past six days getting used to that term: my stepmother. I’ve told doctors and nurses and funeral directors and church people that she is my stepmother. But Donna was always my father’s wife. Dear, kind, loving: yes. But...