Category Archives: Guest writer

By Nancy Levinson “Some years back psychologists, observing the intense emotional attachment that fans develop toward actors and other celebrities, named the phenomena “parasocial relationships, with fans investing time, energy and emotion in stars who are unaware of their existence . . … Continue reading →

By Barbara Vander Werff When my BFF, Sandy, was in hospice, she had a sense of peace. Her disease was devastating and a shock to everyone. After her diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, she died four weeks later. For those of … Continue reading →

By Faith Ellestad I had been crying for weeks. How could this have happened? Our beautiful, earnest, sweet natured little boy, our youngest child, was leaving home. He had reluctantly agreed to live at home his first year of college, … Continue reading →

By Barbara Vander Werff In Randolph, Wisconsin, it was a rite of passage. You turn 16 and get your Driver’s License. Then you drive through town, make a right-hand turn at the stop sign, and when you hit the edge … Continue reading →

By Marlene Samuels Ruthie Whitefish and I were best friends from the time we walked and talked. As “besties” we naturally mimicked one another, dressed alike, wore our hair alike, even mirrored each other’s behavior. Unlike me, Ruthie was an … Continue reading →

By Patricia LaPointe See this coat. When is it worn? Is it the only coat? It can be worn for Sunday services. Is it good enough? It can be worn in the rain. How does it look when it’s wet? It … Continue reading →

By Marg Sumner A friend and I have a pact. At 10 minutes before dementia strikes, we’re each going to take two hits of fentanyl and ride off into the dawn, dusk, rainbow, whatever. There are two problems with this: … Continue reading →

By Marlene Samuels “She wants a photo of the two of you together.” Richard, our adoption counselor tells us. Concern is spreading across his already serious-looking face. “It’s the one thing of true importance still missing from your file.” My … Continue reading →

By Mary Ellen Gambutti Click here to read the first two posts in this three-part story. Tokyo, June 1961-1964 Mom, Dad, two-year-old Julie, and I have flown to Japan in a Pan American jet to begin the three-year tour in an … Continue reading →