funerals | funerals
May.19.2009
You wouldn't think that simply stepping out of a nice shiny black front door, with a lion's head knob, in Bloomsbury could be so significant, would you? Well, for me it is like the nicest thing I could possibly imagine - it is the dream I used to help myself go to sleep, the story I told in my head...
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Feb.18.2009
Yesterday I attended the funeral of my friend’s mother. An elderly lady, she had been ill for some time and as my friend said, it was time for her to go. The sound of the cantor’s singing was moving and reassuring even though I had no idea of what the words meant. Funerals are a time of reflection...
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Sep.20.2008
I have been toying with this cookbook idea. I want to make a collection of really awful recipes. So, dear readers … what is the recipe you have seen or tried that would have been better if it not existed? Here is my all time favorite. I found it in an employee fundraiser cookbook that belongs...
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Sep.10.2008
I went to a funeral yesterday, and the day cooperated, starting off blustery and cold and foggy, just like it should look and feel on a solemn occasion. I stood on the vast patio (and I can say patio because this church is named Santa Maria and has the red tile to prove it) and stared out onto the...
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Sep.06.2008
I don't call in sick much. It's not just that I only have to appear in person a couple of times a week. It's that I don't like to stop. Stopping often seems like an excuse, a way out of things, even if the illness is real. I've been depressed in my life, and I never let it stop me because I...
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