Missing My Mom: Sounds, Smells, and Other Grief Triggers

You never know when a trigger is going to pop up. After 18 years without my mother, you'd think I'd be immune to them by now. I've learned how to avoid things that can ignite a crying jag--like the CVS aisles that house Aqua-Net Hairspray, Duracell hearing-aid batteries, and Efferdent. I generally avoid perfume counters, … Continue reading Missing My Mom: Sounds, Smells, and Other Grief Triggers

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In Praise of the Day After Christmas

You know that little letdown, that pang of depression you get the day after Christmas? I don't get that. While many, if not most, people who observe the holiday look forward to Christmas, I look forward to the day¬†after¬†Christmas. I don't mean that in the "aw, I'm sad that it's over but at least now … Continue reading In Praise of the Day After Christmas

Silence

By May of 1979, I had seen two dead people in my life--three, counting the junkie who died on Sue DeNaro's front steps when I was 6, but I only saw him for a second, because my mother ran outside and scooped me up in her arms before I could see any more. The two … Continue reading Silence