I'm pleased to have a flash nonfiction piece, Ischemia, published in Issue #93 March/April 2019 of Hippocampus. It delves into widowhood, cold water, and the fickleness of the circulatory system.
My latest essay, a bit of a love story about the marsh behind my old house, was published today on Catapult. This one was a challenging piece to write, but I'm so glad to have it out in the world. Even though I recently moved, that marsh will forever be part of my life and my memories.
I'm pleased to have another essay published with the Washington Post's On Parenting section, this one a letter to my dead husband juxtaposed with the building of a new family.
This is an emotional time, with Father's Day fast approaching, as well as the birth of my second daughter right around the corner. You can read "Dear Dead Husband" here.
My latest essay is up with Headspace: Stitch by Stitch. It's about my long love affair with knitting as both creative endeavor and mental distraction and a sweater that took me forever to finish as I was knitting it for my daughter as my husband was dying.
I'm thrilled to announce that the lovely book, MAINE knits, is now available for preorder. The book is a compilation of knitting patterns inspired by the sea, farms, and wilds of Maine, as well as essays by Maine writers, including one of mine. It is a beautiful publication filled with heart and soul and lovely projects. If you love Maine and love to knit, this is the book for you! Preorders will arrive in January 2017 (and if you want to order it as a gift, you can have a card sent indicating the book's January arrival!). Order your copy here!
Today would have been my 10th wedding anniversary. In honor of that (and because my daughter had a random in-service day off of school today), we drove to the western mountains of Maine to Smalls Falls, a beautiful area near Saddleback Mountain, where her father and I got married. Smalls Falls has waterfalls, some light hiking trails, and a picnic area. The day was warm and sunny and beautiful - just like the day Steve and I got married. We had a picnic lunch together and then spent a while wandering around. We connected with another mom and her 9-year-old son and explored with them for a while. On the way home, we stopped for ice cream and bought pumpkins from a roadside stand.
When I got home, I learned that one of my essays had been published a little ahead of schedule. Not only was this an essay about dating and finding love again after my husband's death, but the inspiration that started the essay in my brain was the coincidence that my boyfriend's birthday is the day after my husband's death anniversary. And now, uncannily, it had come into the world on what would have been my 10th wedding anniversary.
Without further ado: On Finding Love Again as a Single Mom
Two years ago this September, Zoe and I attended Camp Ray of Hope for the first time. CROH is a camping weekend for grieving families and individuals. It's a safe and wonderful place to talk about your grief openly with others, and it made a huge impact on Zoe and I. Here's a little essay about our experience, published today in the Bangor Daily News.
My family was exceedingly lucky when innumerable friends, family members, and community organizations came to our aid during some of our most difficult days while Steve was dying. This essay, up today at the Bangor Daily News, explores the support we received and how I am trying to raise Zoe to understand the importance of giving back.
Sarah Kilch Gaffney lives and writes on a little piece of land in Maine.