Category Archives: Why I Write

Random musings on writing and why I feel compelled to do it. Sometimes.

History Lessons 

Twenty years ago I visited Dauchu — the first concentration camp built by the Nazis in an old ammunition plant not far from Munich. I confess, I didn’t want to go. I knew it would be hard. I knew it … Continue reading

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What You Are Really Saying When You Say You’re Tired of Political Correctness 

I wish I had a dime every time I heard this sentence: “I’m so tired of political correctness. What ever happened to freedom of speech in this country?” Just check out any political news story on the Internet. It won’t … Continue reading

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This Is What Mother’s Day Should Be Like

I’ve posted before about why Mother’s Day isn’t my favorite holiday. This year, I must admit, was a tough one. Nothing major — just one of those days were absolutely nothing went right. By the end of the day, we … Continue reading

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25 Years Later

25 years ago today, almost to the minute, my mother took her own life. A therapist once told me that I had live through the worst thing that could happen to me, and I should take comfort in the fact … Continue reading

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What to Say When Someone Dies, and They Were Not a Very Nice Person

I had an odd experience last week, when I found out a relative had died (via Facebook, ironically). I use the term “relative” loosely. Technically this person and I would appear together on a family genealogy page. However, the word … Continue reading

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Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve 1989 was our first without our mother. The tree was up. The presents were wrapped. But there was a deep sense of melancholy in the house. Nothing felt the same. I was 17, and I didn’t expect things … Continue reading

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Letting Things Go

Christmas time is here. It’s been a stressful December for me. The combination of a late Thanksgiving, a heavy dose of denial and a freak snowstorm that kept me housebound for seven days has left me with too much to … Continue reading

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