Mom took a fall at her apartment last Sunday. Ended up at the ER, small fracture on left clavicle, she was admitted for observation. She’ll… Read More »Mom in the Time of COVID-19

I understand the fear of death. As a child, I was afraid to sleep. I was terrified that I would die each night. The plaque… Read More »I USED TO BE TERRIFIED OF DYING by Lynda Carré

I. Picnic by Elga Antonsen Like a sheet pulled over the deadWhere do they go?Would that there could be a rush of birds and trombones… Read More »Two Poems…

“As Sonny lay dying we had another kind of weather: Humid, hazy days, the entire village consumed in sea mist. We were unable to see… Read More »Book Review: My Father’s Wake by Kevin Toolis

Abigail Thomas is an author of fiction, non-fiction, memoir, and poetry. Her work has appeared in too many publications to mention, but significantly two of… Read More »The Dying Room by Abigail Thomas

I walk where the deer walk and the lone winter walker, following the last vestiges of winter to the overlook— the Good Place where I… Read More »Land Beyond

As an older mother, I sense that my role has morphed into something like a reverse mortgage. I’ve put in nearly eighteen years of equity… Read More »The Last Time

Do previously deceased friends and family meet us when we die? My mother was a scientist. She was born in 1926 and grew up in… Read More »crossword Puzzles

written by three friends, each contemplating their mortality. Thank you Mare, Nancy, and Austin standing on the edge peering through scrutinizing eyesbarely recognizing theenormity of… Read More »Three poems…