Healing Stories
All of Us Have a Story to Tell
These personal accounts provide a source of inspiration and hope to others. If you would like to share your own healing story, please submit to Healing Hamlet.
Black on Grey
Mary Wilkinson Rothko’s Black on Grey painting is visible from my back porch at six a.m. on a Wednesday morning. The sky to the north looks ominous but nonetheless beautiful. I remember seeing his painting in the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao. I remember it well because the tiny voice from the tiny tape I carried …
Here in the Mirror: Finding Beauty Beyond Body Image
Sarah Ann Henderson Tonight, I looked at my body. I have not done this in a long time, not intently anyway. As I was undressing to shower, I caught my reflection in in the bathroom mirror and for some reason it stopped me. For some reason, I felt there was something I needed to see. …
Is She Okay?
Dan Griffin I did one thing I have never done before. I looked at Nancy, not knowing whether or not she was awake and I not-so-simply said, “Is she okay? I have been laying here afraid that something has happened to Grace.” I was nineteen when my Aunt Eileen died. Sophomore in college. …
Same Old…
Katie Calahan I started out with a set of issues and challenges to adapt to. When there is an injury, surgery or other change in circumstance, I adapt. I am changed each time, and each change is a link in a chain. It’s not a ripple in a pond that will still itself again. …
The End of the World Bake Sale
By Gregory Hischak It was the last day on earth and rather than the general panic that we had been taught to expect everybody all across the planet got up early, put on comfortable clothes and went to business in their kitchens. By eight o’clock the whole planet smelled of nice things to eat. …
Otters in the River
A Daughter Says Goodbye to Her Father The way they somersaulted over one another, it was hard to tell where one otter ended and the next began. The movement of one affected the motion of all the others. All families are like this: intertwined. I sat on the bank of the Sunriver. …