In Jewish tradition, after someone dies, it is customary to bring food to those left behind and to sit with them in a practice known as shiva. It shouldn’t be that surprising to find food associated with grief. Food is in its way a form of showing love and support that it may bring succor… Continue reading The Light of the World by Elizabeth Alexander
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A Tribute to Charlie Trotter
It happens like this: We do not see the thing for what it is until it is no more. It can happen so quickly: News of another person’s death distills the color and lines of the small band of people who surround your life, bringing their clarity into focus. Perhaps you pull them closer to… Continue reading A Tribute to Charlie Trotter
Memoriam
May eighth, you come without notice. After three years, you would think I would be mindful of your coming and yet you come and you take. A week ago, I greeted May, all bustle and business until it stopped me and put me in my place- the clock is ticking. You will soon be here… Continue reading Memoriam
In a pickle
Being an only child, you learn early on to pay attention, to forage for details of your family’s past. You know you alone bear the weight of carrying those stories forward. You marvel at a society’s ability to pass down story from person to person, realizing that it is it’s own form of literacy and… Continue reading In a pickle
In memory, a Peanut Butter Cream Pie
In memory of Mikey, In honor of Jennie, people around the world today baked pie. Peanut Butter Cream Pie. No, it doesn’t change the fact that he was taken well before his time. No, it doesn’t change the grieving process. But all these pies baked on the same day together and given in love with… Continue reading In memory, a Peanut Butter Cream Pie
Finding My Voice
Olga once told me the worst thing you can do when you lose your voice is to whisper. Instead, she said, you should either stay silent or try to talk normally so as not to damage the vocal chords. Clearly over the past year, I chose silence. Just like talking about losing my voice found… Continue reading Finding My Voice
Losing My Voice
Grief does weird things to a person. You don’t exactly know the when or the where, but you know to take this visitor at its word, when it says it will drop by. Right after my dad’s funeral, people kindly sent emails, texts and phone calls. In the void and silence not to be filled,… Continue reading Losing My Voice
Star Ruby Grapefruit Mint Bars
If you talked to a handful of people, you’d get a handful of responses on what Easter means to them: Eggs dunked and dyed with food coloring. A feast with family. Chocolate bunnies filled with marshmallow crème. The day Christians celebrate Jesus rising from the dead. Absolutely nothing. My response to this would be an… Continue reading Star Ruby Grapefruit Mint Bars
Coloring Book: January
My gift to my favorite 2-year old Dadi this year is a coloring book with a page released on the blog each month for his mama to download and print so he can color his way into the things that make up 2011. No one’s looking- you can print it out too even if it’s… Continue reading Coloring Book: January
A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken
My favorite gift to receive is a book. (Hint: it’s my favorite gift to give as well.) This Christmas, among the gifts waiting for me under the tree lay a thin package. Upon unwrapping it, my father-in-law, Bill commented, “that book is a bit old school, but it has some good insight into marriage.” Intrigued,… Continue reading A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken
valley of shadow and ash by annelies zijderveld
valley of shadow and ash – first draft in this valley of shadow and ash, i quake and tremble of the forward, the backward keening out of view. how to move on without losing how to let go without- to be present and awake to life in its simplicity : the iguana crawl, crab scuttle,… Continue reading valley of shadow and ash by annelies zijderveld
Bittersweet Chocolate Cake with Candied Cranberries
May his memory be for blessing. A year ago, I didn’t know that Christmas would be the last time I would see my Dad alive. A year ago, we sat around a humble dinner table decked out with Christmas finest and enjoyed a meal, a conversation, some laughs and some tears. He had come to… Continue reading Bittersweet Chocolate Cake with Candied Cranberries