A Glimpse of Gold

THIS MORNING, AS I WALKED OUTSIDE in the unseasonably gentle weather, my breath was taken away by the sky.  Dark, purplish blue clouds stretched across the dome of heaven in the north, south and west.  In the east however, the low ridges of the clouds glowed a deep orange through the bare branches of the…

In Whom We Trust

THERE WAS A BAPTISM  in church recently and I was struck by one of the lines in the service. “Do you put your whole trust in his grace and love?” Like many of the questions in religious rites, the answer is proscribed and uttered easily: “I will, with God’s help” and then you move on…

Pollyanna in Hell

I’M STILL A LITTLE STUCK on how to make the best of a bad situation and this cartoon by Roz Chast came to mind.  In my post from a few weeks ago, I was thinking about the notion that as baby boomers, we were raised with the expectation that all it takes to achieve one’s…

Wedding Vows

IT WAS A BLUSTERY, RAINY DAY 19 years ago when Mary Elizabeth and I were married on September 18, 1993.  We had planned an outdoor wedding, but luckily had a fallback plan in case of inclement weather. Mary Elizabeth grew up on the grounds of an 86-acre estate, which had been turned into Mill Neck…

(She Said Yes)

THE CLOUDS SAILED ACROSS THE AZURE SKY as the late afternoon sun brushed them with a mellow midsummer gold.  From the porch on the house in Rockport, I had a panoramic view of the Atlantic ocean and the July sky.  We had left New York a couple of days before and had been visiting friends…

Walking the Line

I’M AN IMPOSTOR.   When people ask me how Mary Elizabeth is doing, I don’t really know who I am when I respond.  Almost three years later I’m still trying to figure it out.  Am I the cheerful and confident spouse, saying “Fine!” with a bright smile and a thumbs-up? Or am I the lugubrious,…

(They Long to Be) Close to You

A COMA IS A FUNNY THING – well, not a funny-ha-ha kind of thing – but it wasn’t what I expected. After her stroke on December 5, 2009, Mary Elizabeth was in a coma for much of December and January – except when she wasn’t. 

The Upside of False Summits

WHEN I WAS A BOY I spent every summer in the Adirondacks at a sleep-away camp on Lake George, not far from Ticoderoga, New York.  It was a welcome respite from Manhattan in the summer, and was a much-needed break from life at home.  One of the highlights of camp (and there were many) was…

Thoughts on the summer solstice

IT’S BEEN A VERY LONG TIME since I’ve written a regular post to this blog, and I apologize for being away for so long.  On this, the summer solstice and longest day of the year, I thought I would provide an update.  Our lives continue on with school activities, movies and work.  Mary Elizabeth continues…