The story takes up space as a knot in a piece of wood. If the knot is removed, a hole remains. We must ask ourselves, how will this hole that we have opened be filled? The hole, Maisie, is our respons...
She thought the flat would be all the better for some photographs, not only to serve as reminders of those who were loved, or reflections of happy times spent in company, but to act as mirrors, where...
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: A man can stand anything, except a succession of ordinary days. When she
In learning about the myths and legends of old, we learn something of ourselves. Stories, Maisie, are never just stories. They contain fundamental truths about the human condition.
Allow grief room to air itself, Maurice had taught her.Be judicious in using the body to comfort another, for you may extinguish the freedom that the person feels to be able to share a sadness.
She closed her eyes, silently continuing the pleas that she be given words that might soothe, words that would begin the healing of bereaved parents. She had seen, when she entered the kitchen, the ch...