Finding Daffy

The night we came home from the hospital, I slid into my neighbor’s car, and she drove us to a shopping plaza, where we parked beneath a crabapple tree.  Up the small hill opposite us, cars drove by, their headlights giving shape to a white Greek Orthodox Church.  I told my neighbor that I wouldContinue reading “Finding Daffy”

My First Forty Years

Even well into my adulthood, I did not understand parents who said that their reason for not wanting to die was that they didn’t want to leave their children.  Why would they worry about leaving their children?  Their children were healthy and would live.  They, the parents, were the ones whose lives would cease toContinue reading “My First Forty Years”