by John Donohue
In my childhood home, there was a square yellow clock on the wall of the kitchen, where we ate our meals, and I will never forget its face. In particular, I will always remember its thick and thin black hands pointing to 7:20. That was the time [...]
by Bettina Elias Siegal
This post was originally published on The Lunch Tray on April 9, 2012.
My paternal grandmother passed away yesterday. She was 96, a truly remarkable woman, and I was lucky to have had her in my life for so long.
My cousin was with my grandmother shortly before her [...]
by Jennifer Grant
Sitting down for dinner with my husband and children – or whatever combination of the five of them is home – is one of my favorite, ordinary pleasures.
Almost nightly, one of my sons fixes his gaze on the butter plate and then saws thick, neat squares [...]
by Shari Brooks
It’s amazing how much about my mom’s life I learned through her death. I always knew Mom was a very private person. Yet, her funeral boasted myriad outsiders who were somehow touched by Mom; it was my window into her true depth of compassion for others, even during [...]