Three granddaughters so far. Being their "Nan" is nothing short of amazing - a high privilege, a cherished role, utter joy. Hazel, the oldest, is curious, kind, and watchful. A helper already. She understands so much these days and has a charming lilt in her voice when she asks, "Why?" She has a confident, gentle... Continue Reading →
Hope: On Ringing the Bell
In the elevator lobby on the fifth floor of Duke University Hospital, someone has painted a bird and part of a poem on the windows. The poem is Emily Dickinson's.“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all In the... Continue Reading →
“Halfway to Ninety”
I celebrated a birthday last week. Nick was kind enough to do the math for me. I really do love that boy! Yesterday I discovered a new, extremely deep, alarming and offensively unattractive crease in my chin. I pressed my face with my hands in all sorts of weird possible sleeping contortions but could not... Continue Reading →
Kim Perry Writes 