Tag Archives: motherhood

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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The abandoned self, the integrated one – but isn’t homophobia gone?

I am a believer in coincidence.  (See last week’s post, Synchronicity: coincidence, literature,  & suicide, or A brain of one’s own.)  By which I mean that life is filled with funny details that make patterns or bring things together—sometimes literally, … Continue reading

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“Sex in Mommyville”—oh, Russia—oh, Polish soup

A few weeks ago I saw Anna Fishbeyn’s wonderful one-woman show—yes, that’s the title, Sex in Mommyville.  Anna immigrated to the States from Russia at age eleven—this is more than just background; it informs the show in the best possible … Continue reading

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Synchronicity: coincidence, literature, & suicide, or A brain of one’s own

This past November, I was fortunate to attend a fantastic conference (clmp’s Literary Writers’ Conference) hosted at The New School, where I heard the poet Gabrielle Calvocoressi speak (and others too; more on that another time).  I had been thinking … Continue reading

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A walk through Grand Central

Back in the early Naughties (I love having an excuse to use that ridiculous term, and then I hate the fact I’ve stooped to use it), I was walking through Grand Central, with all its crazy bustle, when I caught sight … Continue reading

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Welcome to triple decaf ~ the memory channel

 Let’s start with what you’ll find here… Thoughts on memory—a lot—many personal, some general.  Mostly with a literary or psychological bent, with history, politics, current events insinuating themselves too. A channel is a tunnel, a passageway.  It’s also a … Continue reading

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