Last week, my blog was about finding our better angels in the worst of times, a term Abraham Lincoln coined in his first inaugural address.   I am familiar with my darker ones, anger, impatience, and vanity among them.  Less aggressive are the purer spirits. Sometimes, when I’ve

A question lingers in my mind three years after my mother’s death.  Was I a dutiful daughter in her declining years? An earlier blog recounts an incident when I failed her.  She’d taken a spill as the pair of us left a restaurant during a rain storm.  She was 101 at the time an

Last week, I had an experience that dropped me into an alternate reality. I was walking to my apartment at the retirement center, drifting along a sun lighted corridor lined with windows when, ahead of me, a young woman, a nurse by her uniform, appeared to be blocking the exit where