MOURNING FOG My father died almost two weeks ago, and I’ve been wandering around in a Mourning Fog ever since. Even though Dad’s death was expected, and even though I’d suffered innumerable bouts of anticipatory grief as Dad has declined these past few years, being present at Dad’s last breath has unmoored me. Now that […]
The Middle Ages
Old Friends
One of the great benefits of The Middle Ages is being able to resume friendships put on hold while arranging kids’ play dates and driving them hither and yon. I’m sure there are parents who managed social lives during the hectic years of parenting and professional advancement; I wasn’t one of them. Even as our […]
Death & Taxes Make April Cruel Indeed
Death & Taxes was broadcast on the stations of Vermont Public Radio this morning. Listen here. When the poet T. S. Eliot wrote “April is the cruelest month,” I imagine he could have been thinking about death and taxes – because right after we finish filing our taxes, Americans have now set aside a day for […]
Going Downhill
My father’s fond of saying, “Old skiers don’t die; they just go downhill.” He skied into his eighties, and he’s sliding toward ninety-three this year. He learned to ski in his forties, and we became a skiing family, spending a week on the slopes of Mount Mansfield every February. After my parents retired, they spent […]
Slowing Down In Middle Age
This past weekend, I became acutely aware how I’m slowing down in middle age. We’d driven to Brooklyn to visit Naomi and Sam. It’s a drive I did weekly for the year and a half I commuted from Vermont to New York, packing teaching, research and psychotherapy into the three days of my legal alternate-side-of-the […]
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