I wrote this piece last night for the Huffington Post and I have decided to make it today’s blog post. As for myself, I am off to a mini retreat, a day of Yoga and meditation. Two weeks ago I wrote of Alexander McQueens’ Suicide, yesterday I wrote about Andrew Koenig’s. At the same time [...]
Archive for February 2010
Michael Blosil
February 28, 2010We Have Friends In Both Places.
February 27, 2010Sometime during the night, it stopped snowing. It was wonderful while it lasted. There is almost as much snow on the ground as there was after the blizzard of ’96, our first winter in the United States. I wrote about it a while back, that in the woods near our house, the snow was so [...]
Snow-Light
February 26, 2010There is so much snow outside! I don’t know about where you guys are, and what views you have outside your windows, but if you could see through mine, I am sure that even if snow is not your thing, you would still be impressed. Last night I left all the blinds open, the snow’s [...]
Nature Knows
February 25, 2010Another snowy day. Last year I found the long winter depressing, the cold too cold. This year, yesterday, the day before, today, since Andrew died, I find the cold, the rainy days, the snow storms, soothing. I don’t often feel like going out, weather like this is perfect for staying at home. The warmth of [...]
The Cleaner Is Coming
February 24, 2010The cleaner is here. I can hear her outside my room, I wonder how much longer I have before she needs to come into my room. Last week she couldn’t come. It was a rare occasion, for she is the most reliable cleaner I’ve ever had, but strange though it may sound, it was nice [...]
The Chicken In The Freezer
February 23, 2010My life seems to have a line drawn across it: before and after. I mean, it’s happened before, like before and after the cat, before and after having my first child. But gradually, like lines drawn in the sand, they have gently been erased by the “elements” of life. I experienced a severe before and [...]
Signs Of Life
February 22, 2010Spring 2003 – Thirteen year-old Andrew with his young friend Zoe Monday morning The snow-covered ground outside is alive with differing sizes and shapes of prints. They tell the tale of industrious birds, squirrels, chipmunks, deer, crows and more. It is no different from what goes on inside a home. Robert has just left for [...]
When Someone Takes His Own Life
February 21, 2010The following was sent to me by one of my readers. It so captures how I feel about those like my son, who die by suicide, that I have decided to make it into a post. It explains why I am not angry, why I have never been angry with my son. While I had [...]
Pancake Tuesday
February 20, 2010I hadn’t been out of the house for four days; since Sunday in fact, when we went to the city to have lunch with Florentina. I need to get out of the house, I thought. I had spent the whole morning writing and on the phone trying to make appointments to see Sen. Schumer, Sen. [...]
A Changing Story
February 19, 2010This morning I was going over chapters of my memoir, written before Andrew died. “I don’t think there is anyone who hasn’t paid to have their future read to them at some point,” are the opening lines of one chapter. “Or at the very least wondered what might lie ahead. When I look back at [...]
