Author Archives: wendykarasin

I’ve decided, after a great deal of back and forth, confusion, anxiety and excitement, to update my kitchen. Originally (the journey has progressed for many months) I thought I’d purchase and install new appliances only. But then the cabinets – … Continue reading →

My mom was my hero. Of course, I did not fully understand this when she was alive. I found her advice annoying, her calls intrusive, her desire to love me infantilizing. I took her for granted. How sad for me. … Continue reading →

My lack of interest in writing can mean one of two things; I’m content and do not feel the need, or I’m suppressing. I believe it’s the former, and personal history will back up the decades I was too busy, … Continue reading →

In Sunday’s New York Times (February 19, 2017) a wonderful article quietly graced the bottom halves of pages 6 and 7. First, Sex Ed. Then Death Ed. The title drew me immediately, and the contents didn’t disappoint. The author is … Continue reading →

Writing friends are different from regular friends, it doesn’t take the same amount of time to get to know one another because we share ourselves in serious, heart heavy stories. Even when we use humor.

My writing life is close to a blank slate of late. This can be viewed in varying ways. Is it open, available, and receptive or is it simply nothing? It is both. After giving myself a hard time about not … Continue reading →

Today a nor’easter barrels into Connecticut with the force of a bully. The aftermath will deposit 10-18 inches of snowy white powder on every conceivable surface. Today horrific highway conditions show tractor trailers jackknifed and cars stranded on streets and … Continue reading →