Rose Mary Clarke’s Story Archive

The Chain of Recollection

When from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell . . . remain poised a long time . . . and bear in the tiny drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection. I have frequently … Read More

The Sounds of May

Those April showers that come your way They bring the flowers that bloom in May. So if it’s raining, have no regrets. It isn’t raining rain, you know— It’s raining violets. And when you see clouds upon the hills You soon will see crowds of daffodils . . . — … Read More

Mother’s Day Redux

Vicki, Bill and I fell to reminiscing about the irritating and/or funny things that parents put up with: Babies get into their diapers while they’re supposed to be napping and smear dung over everything that they can reach. . . Kids give each other horrible haircuts . . . They … Read More

Explorations: A Great Man and a Nobody

“With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right . . . “ — Abraham Lincoln, Second Inaugural read Doris Kearns Goodwin’s A Team of Rivals about Lincoln and his cabinet and found parallels between him and my … Read More

Explorations: In Search of an Invisible Woman, Part 2

I had e-mails from people with whom last week’s column about my mother resonated. As I have often written, “I am you, and you are me.” Everyone has a mother! Of course, there have been mothers who were horrible, abusive individuals. In mythology, the dreadful Medea who murdered her children … Read More