Yesterday morning I stepped into D’s office, heard Anne Murray singing, and began weeping. “Could I have this dance for the rest of my life…?” The song kept coming back to me all day—reminding me of what’s really important, and why I’m talking with family members about death. Read the rest of this entry »
If I could make only one wish for the New Year, it’s that contempt and self-contempt would implode. Just wither up and die in the face of courage.
In the meantime, Read the rest of this entry »
Last week, two days after the December 2 San Bernardino attack, I had a vivid dream. I’ve been puzzling over it for several days. In the meantime, public rhetoric and political talk about what to do and not do about terrorism Read the rest of this entry »
one atop another
grief teeters
tiny fists
clench defiantly
storm heaven
fallen comrades
gather round
cold drizzle
and fierce gusts
notwithstanding
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Cairn O’ Mount in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. It’s the last day Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Mom,
An old photo and a poem–just for you. I think Dad took the photo. It’s one of my favorites. It’s August 23, 1944. I’m 9 months old, and you’re 23. You look beautiful and happy. Probably because Dad was home for a one-day visit before going back to the TB sanatorium. Read the rest of this entry »
crow surveys
desolate landscape
slim pickings
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 12 January 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, September 2014, Crater Lake, Oregon
Telling the Truth 