I vividly remember the day Etan Patz disappeared. At our rented raised ranch in Poughkeepsie, we still got the local TV news from New York City, and my husband and I were watching when a picture of the smiling six-year-old flashed on the screen. The announcer said he’d disappeared that day: Friday, May 25, 1979. The news… [Read More]
A morning service: death and disclosure
My next-door neighbor Mary died Tuesday night at the age of 89, and this morning I attended her service at the Catholic church where she was a longtime member. Officially, the service was called a “Liturgy of Christian Death and Burial,” and I haven’t attended one like it before. Many words of comfort were spoken, and it… [Read More]
Confused by mystery plotting? Try One Life to Live
. . . Marty tells John she remembers everything about their relationship, including the time they made paper airplanes, since she got over her amnesia. They kiss. . . . Todd talks with Tea, who’s regained consciousness in the ICU following her injuries from the explosion. . . . Schuyler tells Gigi that Stacey didn’t… [Read More]
The shadow side of nature
Today’s Memorial Day, a natural time for musings on mortality and the shadow side of our lives and the world around us. Late yesterday afternoon I dragged my garden hose to the back yard for yet another session of watering. (It’s been abnormally dry here in upstate New York.) When I got to the viburnum I planted… [Read More]