A Few Published Articles

Returning to a school sleep routine may be the most important way a parent can prepare a child for a new school year.


A bit about aging in place

I had a dear friend who moved to Portsmouth to enjoy his golden years after a life spent mostly in New York City. He and his wife purchased a condo downtown overlooking the river. Within just a few years he was alone, and had considerable trouble getting in and out of his building and navigating the quaint brick sidewalks of his neighborhood. In time it became impossible. Even using a wheelchair on that terrain was a feat. Those struggles were frustrating for him at first, and terrifying later.

I think it is interesting that the history of the American valentine is a feminist story.

Americans had been exchanging valentines before the year 1847, but they had been casual and comical until then, and not the elaborate and frilly kind that were commonly exchanged in England. All of that changed that year when a 19-year-old girl named Esther Howland, a contemporary of Emily Dickinson, graduated from Mount Holyoke College where the exchange of valentines had been banned. It was considered frivolous and silly behavior.

Featured Fifty Poetry: Bone Vision

I wrote this poem a few months ago upon studying the paintings of Georgia O’Keeffe in preparation for a trip I am making to her New Mexico Ghost Ranch later this year as part of a women’s writing retreat.

There are poems, more than can ever be counted, about death and dying. That are about the act of becoming dead, an experience none of us can actually give a first-hand account of. Such poems are about something the poet has not really experienced, and so is drawn to write about it. In many ways death is the great unknown. It has often been said that Emily Dickinson was obsessed with the subject. These poems of death may or may not be comforting to a reader.

The collection of Tea for Two interviews

My original intention was to gather oral histories and preserve and share stories that might otherwise be lost forever, in a way that honors those who tell them. I hope that I achieved that.