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Author: Amy Sommer

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Connect

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these,  ‘it might have been’.” Sadness that you no longer walk upon this earth washes over me. When I’m driving a familiar route or moving through mundane tasks, my conscious mind finds room to wander, and there you are.  What might’ve been, what should I have seen, what could I have maybe done? All of these are academic – made moot by a rope. Why? As long as you’re above ground there is hope. What made you give it all up?  Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem – why could you not envision the light at the end of the tunnel? Where were your emotional army… READ MORE

Neuro Normal…

Neuro Normal…

On a crisp November morning, an esteemed neurologist confirms what I already know. “It’s Parkinson’s Disease.” “Could it be anything else?” “No. You have PD. But I have patients who are in their eighties and nineties – and I know that you’ll be one of those too.” Learning that one has a neurodegenerative disease is not the greatest start to a Thursday. But there is still a day to be had – so I have it. I return phone calls on the drive home. And then tell my husband who is waiting for me. It is his worst day. Within hours he has us living in the wreckage of our future. We will sell our home and move into a… READ MORE

Oh, Christmas Tree…

Oh, Christmas Tree…

Sometime between washing the last pan and the first dollop of the leftover Thanksgiving stuffing, our thoughts turn from gluttony to gifting. Whether your tradition deems the verdant branches a Christmas Tree or a Chanukah Bush, let’s stipulate—for the purposes of this story–that a pine-smelling plant is the perfect antidote to winter’s dark chill. My nuclear family agrees that Christmas requires a tree.  But like a Jerry’s Deli Menu, the options at the tree lot can overwhelm my family. Annually. “How high a tree you looking for?” asks the L.L. Bean-clad salesperson – it’s LA for God’s sake, it’s 60 degrees, not your traditional flannel, down and Duck Boot type weather. Our foursome looks at each other. Then all at… READ MORE

Diamond Life

Diamond Life

You are not as privileged as I. I was born on third base – you must hit a triple to join me. Nevertheless, you are blessed. You have two parents who care about you. This alone puts you ahead of the game in our troubled world. And thanks to said parents’ foresight and your hard-work you have the opportunity to go to college where you will enjoy time among ideas and learned people who care what you think. Claim that Education.  Use it to figure out who you are and who you want to become. I hope one of the doors that opens to you during your higher education is to a passion which can evolve into a profession. Life… READ MORE

Vows

Vows

I am at the wedding reception of my husband’s friend. I know a few guests, none well. The catering is superb. While my husband catches up with friends, I delight in dining solo.  We smile at each other, content in our parallel party paths. As I stand outside — literally (it is an indoor/outdoor event) and figuratively – I indulge in my invisibility and reflect on the tradition that has gathered us at this exquisite, art-filled Bel-Air home. A marriage is more than the joining of two people and their families. It involves the awkward merging of social circles. The marriage that inspires this rare Sunday evening outing is a second one. Yet the fact that it is “Round Two”… READ MORE

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