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…
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,…
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.
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…
Moved in Sundry Places 