All that We Hide

In our death-denying culture many of us dread going to funerals, and attend only out of obligation. But through the years I’ve found myself mysteriously drawn to many where there was no family expectation of my presence.  We had long since lost touch, and I would not be missed. I pay close attention to these impulses. …

Mystery at Rehoboth Beach

A tiny black-and-white photo showed up shortly after Thanksgiving  among my treasures. On the back of it my mother had jotted, “Rehoboth Beach, Delaware: Aug. 56,” Someone had later taken scissors to the snapshot, cropping out the magical expanses of sand. I entrusted this dreamy image to an artist. She transformed it into a new …