His eyes match the shiny bright of the renewed Laguardia Airport from which I emerge at one am, three hours later than expected. Stepping from light to dark, I am surprised at how this bushy-faced human manages to be so alive at such a dead hour. I’m not feeling chatty…

I knew it was coming. I knew it in that way I’ve known all the yesterdays would come. That might sound confusing. Stay with me, if you feel like it. My bones know everything. It’s as if they are wired, able to emit some impossible to put into words sensation…

I’m running out of pictures to post because the years tick by and I’m left with only the almost-nineteen year collection from way back in the times before we carried all our photos in our palm in an easy-to-access catalogue of our lives. I’m running out of pictures to post…

And so this is Christmas.

I shipped our groceries to the wrong address today. Because we moved. On Friday. Three blocks north of where we used to live. Only after I received the notification that our groceries were en route did it occur to me that I made this glaring error. …

For years I’ve slept with this book precariously balanced on a pile of other books above my head. It lives on the makeshift bookshelf that is actually the ledge of my headboard. It’s a spillover repository because, contrary to what my son believes, you can never have too many books…

Sitting with her. Always tiny, soft furry love curled on the ottoman in front of me. Does she know? We knew this day was coming only we didn’t know which day it would actually be. Who are we to decide it’s today? Like right now how was Just before so obviously…

She came to us from Kensington Park, in Brooklyn, with a clipped left ear and a p.u. face (a label of endearment assigned to her by my cat-whisperer partner — as if her facial expression was already fixed for the moment when life would start to smell bad). …

Facebook As Occupational Hazard (in memory of Evelyn) I’m a licensed clinical social worker (which also makes me somewhat of a social scientist). I have specialized training in grief, loss and bereavement and in my practice I provide psychotherapy to women going through life transitions. A life transition is exactly…