My brothers are strumming their guitars in my sister’s living room and I’m thinking of the miracle of it all, how our mother loved to sing and each of these men taught themselves to play beautiful music because of that gift and their love for words and song. The miracle is I’m here to witness it, when I think of our collective pasts, the five … Continue reading Songs/Life

The Gift

My mother Helen and I with my son Aaron, Christmas 1977 Well, it happened; I wasn’t sure when the tears would come, but sure as it’s the Christmas season, that feeling of happy sadness touched my heart. I blame it on James Taylor singing this song. (Sappy. Cheesy. But true.) Out running errands, turning left into the rainless sunshine cracking through the clouds, the sound of that … Continue reading The Gift