A tiny hole in my molar, some dozen years ago, led to two root canals and a traumatic tooth extraction that fractured my jaw. (I wrote about it here and here.) After living with the bigger hole, the hole left behind by my tooth, for several years, I decided to fix it. It took two bone…
As of today, I’ve lived longer than my father. When I turned 40 in November, I thought ahead to this day. My father had a November birthday too. He turned 40 in November 1982 and died 97 days later, in February. I turned 40 in November, and now it’s February, 97 days later. I counted carefully—start…
Yesterday was a screamer. J&I drove back to NYC from a weekend in northern NJ with our almost-3-year-old and twin 9-month-old babies in the back. We were all hot and tired. From lake house front door to Lincoln Tunnel, 45 minutes. Nearly a record. Radar showed a blood-red storm over the city, but we seemed…
On January 4, two days after meeting my twin infant sons for the first time, while my family was celebrating the holidays as we always do after the new year, my mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 Renal Cancer. She died nine weeks later. My last lucid conversation with my mother was Tuesday, January 27. My husband was in…
J and I often visit this pretty lake in northwestern New Jersey. A city kid, he spent weekends and summers turning the yard into a sporting field and swimming toward the buoy and then the buoy a little farther out. Now we bring S, and each time we turn onto the road that rises and…
Suzanne Farrell Smith 