Category Archives: Memory

What we want to say—when someone else is grieving

Grief and loss are difficult topics to broach.  Death makes us uncomfortable, often renders our words inadequate.  In recent months, several people in my life have been dealing with the death of an intimate (none by suicide), a child, a … Continue reading

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“See that my brain”—a suicide note’s mixed message

Dave Duerson, former NFL player for the Chicago Bears and two-time Super Bowl champion, shot himself in the chest in February.  I don’t usually make it to the sports page, so the news reached my radar when his death hit … Continue reading

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Remembering—who we are

I’ve been dipping into a fascinating book, In Search of Memory, by Eric R. Kandel, winner of the 2000 Nobel Prize.  A particular passage has been sticking in my head in which Kandel addresses “the role of memory and dysfunction … Continue reading

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Ulnar-nerved Mama—when you want to be a superhero

Here I am at the computer, wondering whether the internet, particularly its subset, or offspring, known as the blog, should be classified as heavy machinery, which I’ve been warned to refrain from using.  The doctor seems to think I can … Continue reading

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The legacy of suicide – Mark Madoff redux

I usually save this space for original essays (using tumblr—karakrauze.tumblr.com—for interesting articles, quotes, and tidbits).  But The New York Post, admittedly not my usual go-to paper, recently published a story about Stephanie Madoff that speaks to the legacy of suicide—the … Continue reading

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From Russia with love—unexpected gifts and the open horizons of youth

Last week I met Cynthia Ozick, stood within (almost) spitting distance of Meryl Streep, and received a surprise package from Russia.  First of all, I would never, ever spit at Meryl Streep.  She is amazing.  Since I first saw her … Continue reading

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What Cynthia Ozick said to me—and a few other things

So, the hours I was supposed to spend yesterday morning revising yesterday’s (that is today’s) blog post, I ended up passing at the Hospital for Joint Diseases.  No, nothing serious.  At least that’s how I prefer to think about loss … Continue reading

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A gulf to fall into: suicide in the house

My father was a difficult child.  Already I forget where I learned this.  I can almost hear my aunt telling me in her matter-of-fact way.  But then I see the tiny, cramped script of my grandmother’s journal.  But, no, the phrasing … Continue reading

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Breast cancer, mon amour

The other day, about to enter the women’s locker room (a too-irregular occurrence), having dropped off my younger son at preschool, a sign caught my eye: “Coffee Talk”  Support Group for Women with Cancer.  I notice the sign each time … Continue reading

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How Madoff the younger became my kin

When most people see the name Madoff, as I did this morning on the cover of today’s New York Times, they think of fraud and deception, perhaps psychopath comes to mind, the mind then flashing to aging widows cheated out … Continue reading

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