FAMILIES, LIKE NATIONS, have their own languages. We talk, we colloquialize ourselves into clans whose simplest intimacies are nicknames and dog names and things we shout at an ump. … [Read more...] about Writing Memoir: Father’s Day
Memoir Writing: My First Autopsy
I WENT TO my first autopsy, and here is what I learned: Human ribs can be clipped with the shears I use to prune my floribunda roses. The smell of a man dead for more than one week is far more … [Read more...] about Memoir Writing: My First Autopsy
A Modest Addiction: A Radio Essay
MY NAME IS MARION and I am an obit addict. … [Read more...] about A Modest Addiction: A Radio Essay
Ashes to Ashes, A Holiday Memoir
EVERY TIME THE holidays come around I am reminded that one of these days I simply have to do something with my mother’s ashes. It’s been more than twenty years since she died. This length of stay out … [Read more...] about Ashes to Ashes, A Holiday Memoir