Our airline seats were three rows apart on the return flight as my son and I boarded the plane home from a much-needed weekend in San Diego. He was my last child, sixteen years of age, and I had recently signed final divorce papers. I strapped myself in as my mind began that same old […]
by Linda C. Wisniewski I had forgotten light arrives before the sunrise, that the sun sends beams in advance of its peek above the horizon, so slowly there is no single moment when darkness turns to light. Dawn is a gradual process, like my sons growing up before my eyes. I saw it coming when […]
by Martha SlavinI turned the pages of an old photo album that my mother had kept of our trip to England and France the summer after my dad died. The photos had faded so much that they almost look like watercolors. I remembered how the tour gave my mother a lift back into life after […]
by Ariela Zucker The lone red leaf on a soft mat of green that I detected this morning, is it a sign of fall? “One swallow does not a summer make,” (Aristotle), a voice inside me resists. One red leaf does not herald a season just like one flake of snow is not a sign […]
by Sara Etgen-Baker I spent the better part of the summer of 1970 traveling about Great Britain and Europe exploring many of the old world cathedrals and castles, and poking around historical museums. One hot June afternoon, I stood on Ile de la Cite, a small island in the middle of the Seine River, awestruck […]
by Suzanne Adam The words spoke to me. While scanning my email Inbox, the title of Maria Popova’s latest “Brainpickings” post caught my eye: “Hermann Hesse on Little Joys, Breaking the Trance of Busyness, and the Most Important Habit for Living with Presence.” I opened the post. I read that in his 1905 essay “On […]
