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Post Traumatic Growth through Re-Storying
In some ways, suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning.Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning Boston is immersed in a heat wave. We lazily walk around in the evenings,...
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In Memory of a Friend, In Memory of a Community
The news came, as it does these days, over the waves of social media. It was the death of a childhood friend, the news posted by her brother. Within minutes, a community of us, some who hadn’t seen...
View ArticleEarthquakes & Stories Matter
The sun is crazy bright today, reflecting off the wooden floors in our house. It is beautiful – a reminder to me of hope and warmth and spring coming. I think about this – the… More
View ArticleFriendship Forged of Steel – In Memory of Jean Buker
At nine pm on October 11, 1954, as tugboats slowly pull a freighter away from the docks in Brooklyn, seven passengers stand together on the deck, watching the lights of the city and the Statue… More
View ArticleEulogy for Pauline Alice Brown
Friends – 9 days following my last post, my mom died. I had the honor of delivering her eulogy. Here is what I said: It was my profound honor to be at the side of… More
View ArticleYet Still We Give Thanks
It’s early here in Boston. The house smells of Thanksgiving – the genuine goodness of pumpkin and winter fruit pie, of cranberry sauce and mac ‘n’ cheese, of candles and home, of memories and...
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