Author Archives: janishaag

We packed this very room,the sanctuary, really, withmore people than expected for the Lavender Chorus debuton Pride weekend in our city,two of us staunch allies among many cheering and tearingat each moving song, celebratingdiversity in harmony. We came to hear … Continue reading →

As family members look on,Henry double-dunks two ballsand declares, “bassa-bah,” in the new basket on the brightlycolored stand a bit taller than he is,gleefully chasing the rollers-away to retrieve ’em and dunk ’em againon the same day the Knicks wintheir … Continue reading →

Once upon a time (because all bedtimestories must begin that way, right?),there was a young-old woman with a too-big bed that no longer suited her—too hard, unforgiving, not supportivewhere it needed to be, and the man who loved her had … Continue reading →

First, what ho—rain?In June? Here?Whaddowe think this is—Hawaii?Warm, friendly rain, though not much. But enough for the descending sunto shoot through a prism of dropsand yep‚ throw a leg of rainbow(not the whole half) against the skyas we drive home … Continue reading →

A young couple came to take away the bed today,Clifford, the platform and drawers underneaththe old king that we moved here in 1987, though in those days it all supported a waterbed,which we replaced with a regular mattress,which I replaced … Continue reading →

All the years we two little cousinslooked up to her, she was Dede, her two initials an alliterativenickname, one you could sing with the same note on the piano. Whichmade sense for our musical cousin, the second daughter of our … Continue reading →

The courage to be brave when it matters most requires a lifetime of small decisions that set us on a path of self-awareness, attentiveness, and willingness to risk failure for what we believe is right. — Mariann Edgar Budd, Episcopal … Continue reading →

We mourned the felling of the old walnuttree, having no choice in the matter, the decision of unseen higher-upsin his condo community. One of us took photos of the otheratop the remaining stump, and one of us cried when she … Continue reading →

Of course, she did, seeing as how her sonhad just announced he was leaving home, heading for God knows where—God knows why—Gonna be gone for some time, don’t know how long, any shekels you can spare, Ma?You’d throw the loaded … Continue reading →

(For Dickie) Mine is South Pacific, 1958Yours is For Whom the Bell Tolls, 1943 South Pacific is so much more you,filmed as it was on Kauai, your favoriteHawaiian island, which you gave to me,along with Mt. Makana, renamed Bali Haifor … Continue reading →