Finally Returned, Since October, Mackler Moments, and A Poem: “Gracious”

Moments matter. That is my wisdom for the year. Call them Mackler Moments. Call this an Anne Marambling. It doesn't matter. But the moment, it matters. Love Found The moment the bride and groom become one. That moment, that one, when a binding smile enveloped each of us who was present to witness these nuptials.... Continue Reading →

Splitting

Splitting Funny how planning a wedding, a celebration of love, leads to conversations about divorce. What? It's true. On gorgeous, sunny days do we talk about the vicious rainstorm that ruined last weekend's picnic? Well, I guess sometimes we do. We are creatures, on good days, who think about the whole picture. The bigger picture. The... Continue Reading →

An Ode to “Up North”

Going Up North We packed our stuff as blue collar kids do, in old board beer cases, names scribbled in blue; We emptied fat piggy banks, I grabbed one more book, the Dodge Dart all filled up, after one last look, we took to the road, unending flow of concrete, knowing sand would soon cover... Continue Reading →

Sweeping, Summer Musing, or How Summer Celebrates Death

My brain is quiet. My heart still. This is a summer rambling. For when the cat's got your tongue. Or mine. And thus I sweep. Just ask the girls. If they see me sweeping, it does not occur to them that perhaps there was dust or pet hair or sand on the floor, and it needed to be... Continue Reading →

A Tiger’s Game, Detroit, 08-07-06

A Tiger’s Game, Detroit, 08-07-06*         for Pat and Mary Fifth, sixth, and seventh we sat in a row, like innings, siblings on bar stools we ordered tequila, rum and cold Canadian beer to cool us on our way down the unyielding call of memory lane Tiger fans roared behind us oblivious to August’s wet sun... Continue Reading →

“Mom, I Don’t Feel Good”

Or the Importance of TherMOMeters When I was a girl, if I went to my mom in the morning on a school day and said, “I don’t feel good,” she had a routine response. She would first feel my forehead with that hand of hers. It seemed to me then, and does still now, that... Continue Reading →

I Feel Like an Elephant

Because June, for all of its weddings and graduations and summer celebrations, is also, for so many I know, a month to remember those we have lost, I decided to share an old favorite poem of mine. Both of my parents died in June. A dear friend's deceased son was born in June. There are... Continue Reading →

Four Friends, Two Babies, and the Ellipsis of Friendship

It is one of the absolute greatest pleasures in life to touch base with old friends after many years and to find the connection has not frayed or weakened as old wiring might do. Instead, the sparks all fire right on cue, and laughter, intelligence, and camaraderie ensue as they always had, as if no... Continue Reading →

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