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Writing from the Heart: Show or tell

Years ago I read the biography of Armand Hammer, the oil baron. In it he said his mother always said, “Make haste slowly.” I loved that. But then I remember thinking, What did my...

Writing from the Heart: Hello, my name is Grief

My sister died on Dec. 2. A week later I was Googling houses and land for sale in Vermont. I emailed a friend and asked her why she had moved to Quechee, a small...

Writing from the Heart: Acting like neighbors

Lately I’ve been thinking about the Neighborhood Association meetings my husband and I begrudgingly attended in the early 1970s, when we moved into the lily-white suburb of West Hartford, Conn. I say “begrudgingly” because we...

Writing From the Heart: Valentine’s Day

I recently asked a few close friends who are in long-term marriages what they used to argue about in their younger years. One husband said about his wife, “She was always late; even when...

Writing From the Heart: As good as new

When I was 18, I had water on the knee, and ended up having a tendon transplant during my freshman year of college. The campus police had to drive me to classes. I had...

Writing From the Heart: Navigating new pronouns

Last night I was at a Zoom birthday party. In our introductions as we went around “the room” we were asked to identify our pronouns. It wasn’t the first time I encountered such a...

Writing From the Heart: Realistic resolutions

Every year I make New Year's resolutions, and every year I give them up by Jan. 6. The list has gotten shorter and shorter as time has gone by, but always at the top...

Writing From the Heart: Patience is a virtue

Patience is a virtue, a phrase believed to have originated from the poem “Piers Plowman,” written in 136O by English poet William Langland. Willie should only know the trouble I've had with that particular...

Writing From the Heart: What does poverty feel like?

I’m not the only one who has been rich and poor and then ended up somewhere in the middle. So my perspective is not radically unique, but I think it still bears sharing. First of...

Writing from the Heart: Writing about life

The renowned poet Marie Howe wrote a gorgeous poem titled “What the Living Do.” In it she cites all the ordinary, everyday things that happen. The grocery bag rips open on the way from...

Writing from the Heart: Spaghetti zen

Whenever anyone asks me what my favorite food is, my answer has, over the decades, consistently been spaghetti. I don’t know when they started calling it pasta, but a rose by any other name...

Writing from the Heart: Sisters

Last week my sister said, “I’m going to die in 21 days.” If someone tells you they will be dying in three weeks, they’re either planning their own suicide or their doctor has told...

Writing from the Heart: Lessons learned

The day after George Flloyd was murdered by cops, I drove by Beetlebunng Corner and saw my friend, Dana Nunes, standing holding a sign that read “Black Lives Matter.” I think I may have...

Writing from the Heart: To Jeff Bezos

Dear Jeff (Bezos): Not sure why I felt the need to say your last name. You certainly must know mine. Loved my last order of those solar lights that look like flickering flames. They are beyond...

Writing from the Heart: Finding a sliver of joy

It’s in the middle of the Black Lives Matter protests and COVID-19. I’m trying to get my heart reopened. I turn on NPR, and there are two guys talking. The interviewer says, Are you...
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