The Voyage

There is no particular chronology to the reflections and stories offered here. The intentional randomness is meant to be a mosaic of experiences that, I hope, add up to a compelling big picture.

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An Odd Thing to Say…

It must have been the twentieth time I explained to one medical professional or another exactly what happened when I couldn’t awaken my husband on the morning after his father died.

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Playing Through Pain

Dennis once told me that when he died, he wanted me to sprinkle his ashes along the route of the Boston Marathon, his all-time favorite race.

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And so we commenced…

My senior-year crush in high school was the boy who would become the class valedictorian. As the 1971 graduates of Bentley High entered the football field I could see him being directed to the stage with the others who would be honored that warm evening.

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