The Rocking Chair

I bought a rocking chair, put it on the outdoor porch, and set it eastward. While my intention was to sit with the sunrise, I find myself rocking throughout the day. Unexpectedly too, I’ve become friends with some daisies. They are clustered near the porch door. I see them crystal-clear from my rocker, leaning in
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The Believer Grandpa Lou

The Believer

It has been a year since my husband Mark’s father died. His sister Barbara and I were there for the last test of life and the final blessing from a hospital priest. A year later, Lou’s gifts of unquestioning optimism and confidence seem more remarkable than ever. All his accomplishments began with a foundation of
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A Beautiful Name

Maya Angelou is a beautiful, poetic name. Ms. Angelou honored it with her generous spirit and eloquence. She comforted and inspired me many times. I will miss her because she meant love. My daughter Emma Antonia Goldman just graduated from high school. I think Emma and Antonia are the perfect combination. All together, her name
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Living in A Village

I am reminded what living in a village feels like when I visit my Dad and my Uncle Tony. They live in Larchmont, NY. There, I stroll to Aroma, the coffee shop where the owner greets each customer by name. The first time I visited he looked at me with a confused, almost pained expression because he couldn’t place
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