Patricia Wild’s Blog

Backlit
Having a loved one receiving "comfort care" is like being stoned—minus the munchies. Sometimes I forget and become absorbed ...
Thought and Prayers
As I write this, the day after another September 11th anniversary, a truly terrifying hurricane inexorably approaches the Carolinas ...
“Unidentified Artist”
My mother isn't doing well. Despite pain meds and massages and ice packs and the tender, loving care she receives ...
Can We Talk?
Last week, after visiting a prisoner I see once a month, I was being escorted by a Department of Correction ...
Being Grammy
For the past week I've been "Grammy." That this delightful grandma-derivation is both something my beloved granddaughter began calling me ...
Tempus Fugit
This will be brief and, I hope, to the point: Several people have recently posted on Facebook that the extraordinary ...
Breaking Through (?)
This morning I was having a wonderful, searching conversation with a dear friend when I heard myself begin a ...
Bending That Arc A Tad (Maybe)
Yesterday afternoon I had the extraordinary good fortune to show up at two trials at the Moakley Courthouse, both ...
Sitting This One Out
Sometimes I just want to sit on my front porch. Sometimes I don't want to read my emails or The New ...
Touching
When you visit someone in a Massachusetts prison, what you're wearing must conform to a very long and very ...
Thank you, Blanche
If you, like many of my friends, believe that summer reading = murder mysteries, please add Barbara Neely's amazing Blanche ...
. . . Not A Sprint.
Today, apparently, because of relentless, vociferous, worldwide protest, 45 announced that his pernicious policy of separating children from their ...
Extraction
"If you are a hammer everything looks like a nail," right?  Or, since I recently had a molar pulled, I've ...
Layers
This will be brief: Due to technical difficulties which required the much-appreciated help of a dear f/Friend, Jonathan Vogel-Borne, I ...
“Fallen On Hard Times”
Once upon a time, my beloved grandmother, Florence Moulton Mirick Wild, born in 1877, lived at 130 Beacon Street, Worcester, ...
Cognitive Dissonance
Lots of blather, post the Cosby verdict, re "cognitive dissonance." Male blather. So, guys, let me spell this out for ...
What Do I Yearn For?
Walking to Meeting on Sunday, I passed a couple of  Ant "dockless" bicycles in front of Harvard's Science Center, a new ...
Random Acts of Beauty, Kindness
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Sometimes—especially now—a news story is not the news story. Sometimes what seems significant isn't ...
Show not Tell:
"Enemies Should Know That Syria Will Never Fall—Assad/Syria Will Never Fall—Assad" by Nazgol Ansarinia, 2012. A newsprint collage currently on ...
“CONTEXT!”
Dr. Lynda Woodruff, my mentor and friend, died last week. Hearing this awful news, I registered both gut-punched grief and ...
Who Is My Neighbor?
Maybe another foot of snow due tomorrow, maybe another opportunity to use our "neighborhood snowblower." After a very snowy ...
In Plain Sight
New England weather such as it right now, I'm reading more. Needing to replenish my books-to-read queue, between storms I ...
“There You Have It!”
For decades I've been following a "kamish broit" recipe I got from an ex-husband's step-mother, Sarah Lohman. (Got that?) These ...
(Almost)-Spring Cleaning
Sunday, chilled, rainy, very windy, I'd almost wished there'd been a fireplace fire in the meetinghouse fireplace. Surely a hearty ...