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Resolved: To Be Healthy

Most New Year’s Resolutions are goals to change. This year most of mine are not. As I prepare to officially enter the “fourth stage of life,” that period from 76 until death (a depressing subject I prefer to ignore), I am spending more time than usual evaluating where I am…

 

Resolved: To Count My Blessings

In my grief after Lev’s death, I could not imagine that life would ever be good again. I moved from despair when I started living in gratitude mode—counting my blessings, continually saying thank you, God. Only then was I able to find joy in my memories of the past and—eventually—in…

 

Resolved: To Bury, Burn, Dig Out

Wiser, more gifted writers than I have been busy making their New Year’s Resolutions, and I am learning from them. My original list of Resolutions, posted here last week, is inadequate. Maria Shriver, who continually delights and challenges me with her weekly Sunday Paper, has done it again. On New…

 

Living Life Between the Hash Marks

About a year after Lev’s death, I found it necessary to replace my attorney. As a new widow, I had no experience in hiring and firing advisors. Fortunately, I did not need to turn to the Yellow Pages, for I was acquainted with an attorney who represented people and institutions…

 

“I’ve got rhythm…”

Ha! Don’t I Wish? Rhythm was never my gift, and seven years in my school band did not change that. As a bassoonist, my role in ensembles was to maintain the rhythm—the beat—of the music, but I never mastered it. My classmates could pick up a pair of drumsticks and…

 

Eulogy Virtues Extraordinaire

All this from the daughter of a Bronx cop who believed in love, loyalty and the absolute responsibility of those to whom much is given, much is expected. I first heard of Autism Speaks when I explored the historic downtown district of Nantucket four summers ago. Almost every shop window…