Author Archives: Sidney Stark

Moving Right Along

Moving Right Along

“Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.”- Stephen Hawking

How do you know when someone’s really gone? It seems there are so many markers at first…empty rooms, meals alone, no one to share a good movie or concert with, to travel with, to ski with, a voice you don’t hear, handwriting you don’t see…the reminders are endless. And yet, none of them really mean the person is gone forever. It isn’t until you can say the world has changed so much since they left that they wouldn’t know the one we live in now. Global and local politics ruled by people my husband couldn’t have imagined, stocks he might have hoped would rise on the market, but never have truly predicted, accomplishments of grandchildren grown to people he wouldn’t recognize, all point to change beyond the world he lived in. We’re in a different place he’s never been a part of. That’s how I know he’s really gone.

Many years ago, I lost a dear friend in an accident when he was only 21. He was a dynamic person, and so, easy to hold onto in memory. Then, suddenly one day, I realized that I was thinking of him in the world we’d inhabited together, but that I had miraculously become twice the age he was when he died. Trying to have those conversations in my head with a 21-year-old friend when I was 40-years-old convinced me that he was really gone. The boy I was talking to had no knowledge of the world in which I lived, so we shared no commonality anymore. That’s when I also knew I’d loosened his hold on me forever.

Does this happen to us with people who are still living within our physical realm? I’d never considered it before, but I realized, when talking with a group of old acquaintances recently, that while I could still carry on a coherent conversation with them, just as I had my 21-year-old friend who’d died in my adolescent years, they didn’t know who I was or how I’d been living in my world, which was no longer theirs. It had no relevance for them (nor they for me, I might add), as I’d moved on to a new place. That made me understand that I, too, could be ‘gone’ in relation to others. Best to stop living with the nostalgia of a world that had included me and them, which doesn’t exist anymore. Continue Reading

Drifting…

Drifting…

“She could let that force carry her without trying to understand it perfectly or making it do her bidding.” –Emily Alden in Certain Liberties What a surprise to come across writing of one’s own, forgotten in a stretch of time. The discovery serves two purposes: one is the most welcome affirmation that the work, remembered… Continue Reading

Out Of Context

Out Of Context

Writing groups are not necessarily sources of inspiration. Of course, that’s what we writers wish for, but seldom find. Usually, there’s a lot of agony and angst, exhaustion and wear-and-tear, as well as hard work.  However, I had a revelation recently working with my new group that shook up my assumptions permanently, affecting my daily… Continue Reading

Alone…or On Your Own?

Alone…or On Your Own?

Epiphany ~a(1):  a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something (2):  an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking (3):  an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure. Merriam-Webster “Who are you looking for?” the waiter asked. Presumably my hesitancy at the entrance to the restaurant gave me… Continue Reading

Adaptation~

Adaptation~

“You haven’t changed a bit!” I would have assured the woman I saw passing me on the street, had I stopped to talk.  The daughter of one of our former presidents, she went to a girls’ school in New York at the same time I did, and I recognized her instantly, as always. Unfortunately, I… Continue Reading

What Do You Want?

What Do You Want?

How often I’ve seen the image lodged in my brain. Someone is standing beyond a fork in the road, alone and presumably dismayed, studying the divergent routes. Looking back at the place where the road breaks off to take a completely different trajectory, I can hear the familiar person mutter, ‘but I’d planned to go… Continue Reading