The Power of Waves

  “He won’t be with us much longer, ” she says.  I haven’t seen her in a few years. I am headed to a writer’s retreat, which she was also planning to attend. At the last minute, she calls to tell me she is unable to attend. *** I head...

What’s in Your Dash?

She is over 70 years old, slightly hunched, with silver-gray hair and dark rimmed glasses. We’ve gathered on Memorial Day, to pray, to eat, to sing, to remember. Someone asks her to speak to our group. A spontaneous sharing. She has recently arrived from...