Category Archives: Grief

To Be Alive

To Be Alive

Tennis, dance, swimming, paddling, gym workout, stairs—all my life I’ve been an active person, though the particular sport or exercise has changed from time to time. I wonder now, as my physical world has shrunk, if I am what I do. If so, there’s not a whole lot left of me.

Now, as cancer consumes my body and I have lost more weight than I ever intended, I ask myself: how identified are we with our bodies? Who are we when our bodies fail us? When illness—or accident or age—diminish our abilities, do they also diminish us as people?

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Tutoring: Nourishing the Spirit

…The single most important predictor of academic success is the amount of time children spend reading books—more important, even, than economic or social status (Atwell, 2007). At the start of a new school year, I walk down the hall with the mild-mannered fifth grader I have tutored since she was six. “How was your summer?… Continue Reading

Two Lifetimes

Sometimes it feels like yesterday, that Sabbath eve thirty-three years ago that my daughter Ruth was struck by a car whose driver had spent six hours in a bar, drinking. Other days it feels like another era, another lifetime. If you have suffered the death of a child, you know that you never forget. You… Continue Reading

Silent Embrace

           I was one of the guilty ones.            I avoided approaching people who had suffered losses. I could handle making condolence calls, safe in the knowledge that my mere presence said I cared. But walk up to someone and tell them I was sorry for their loss? Not on… Continue Reading