Your most important relationship is my most important relationship too. No, I have never met your partner, and no, I don’t know your offspring or their offspring. It’s just that everybody’s most important relationship is the same… because the most important relationship anyone has is with their own body. If…

I am the oldest of eleven. At the time that I married my first husband I had no intention of having children; I had already spent more time than I’d have preferred caring for youngsters. But I also had underlying issues which, at the time, I thought I could manage…

My Self-Publishing Nightmare The work that follows was written earlier in September,2023 That was the second time I had written this piece. Two days before, when I went to publish it here on Medium, it had disappeared from my desktop. Nowhere to be found. Not in the trash. Not in…

When, during the course of my first marriage, I became pregnant with my first child, it was determined by my in-laws that we — my then-husband and I — required a house of our own. We were, at the time, living on the third floor of my parents’ rather massive…

Dead trees stand among the living as if they had every right to. And they do. Dead trees provide food and shelter above ground and below. In summer, their stark and naked darkness punctuate the green Like ebony in a golden ring. In winters cold rain they stand out, black…

I’m 77… well, 78 in a couple of months. I am, save for high blood pressure, (Thanks for that, covid!), in distressingly good health… I think. Does osteoporosis count as being in less-than-good health? Because, now that I have an exercise that seems to stop the pain and some damn…

In the summer between my junior and senior years of high school, my parents moved house, taking us from the outskirts of Philadelphia to suburbia. My father had fallen in love with a house. Well, not so much a house as a castle… a for-real castle that had been dismantled…

Just prior to sitting down at my laptop to type this I spent a minute or two to find my glasses which I had put down… somewhere. Happily, I had thought to pay attention to taking them off my face and placing them on a small file cabinet with a…

“You tell anyone,” He says. “You tell anyone,” He says again, His knife threatening, This time, with emphasis, And you know what he means. So you don’t tell anyone, Not ever, And it eats you up inside Until one day, Decades later, You finally do tell someone Because maybe he’s…