If You Could Hear Me

If You Could Hear Me

by | Sep 30, 2020 | Remembering

  For Joshua I know you can’t hear me, but if you could, I’d tell you about my day. I played with our cousin, built a snowman, and sledded down the stairs. It reminded me of the hour you played shark with him, laughing together. I slept upstairs, our uncle across...
Losing a Child

Losing a Child

by | Sep 15, 2020 | Remembering

In facilitating healing groups for women who have lost children, some to suicide, a few things have stood out to me. In addition to the terrible and traumatic suffering these women experience from loss, many of these courageous women are dealing with feelings of...
Grande Jette

Grande Jette

by | Sep 14, 2020 | Remembering

I first met Iris when I was five or six. Iris was originally from Romania and had a thick accent, which amused me. She was a dear friend of both of my parents and visited us frequently. Iris always celebrated birthdays and holidays with us. Her exaggerated way of...
A Chair for Lori

A Chair for Lori

by | Sep 10, 2020 | Remembering

The last time I spoke with my friend Lori Zahara Figelman, she talked about her plans to counsel young women; the next time I saw her, a few days later, she was walking to her death.  Seventeen years later, when asked to contribute to “Empty Chairs”, the...