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September 08, 2020 - Greg O'Brien

The Power of Prayer: ‘It’s All About Breathing’

The Hot Chocolate Sparrow in Orleans on Outer Cape Cod is an inspiring place to think, write, and to talk. COVID-19 has chased all of us out of this eclectic cafe, so we now sit outside on picnic tables in the late summer sun on the lip of Cape Cod Bay. I’m sitting today over morning coffee with the Very Reverend Tracey Lind, former Dean of Trinity Episcopal Cathedral in Cleveland. We’ve become good friends. I’m here to listen. Tracey is wearing a bracelet with the anacronym: P.U.S.H. I ask her about it. Tracey, persistent in her faith, says, “Pray
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June 18, 2020 - Greg O'Brien

Father’s Day: A Refection through the Prism of Alzheimer’s

Father’s Day has me reflecting on all this, and striving to leave behind a legacy of love
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April 27, 2020 - Greg O'Brien

Lessons of Coronavirus in the Age of Alzheimer’s

The New York Times terms it “The Great Empty.” Haunting images of Coronavirus: vultures circling above the U.S. Navy hospital ship Comfort, docked in the Hudson River on Manhattan’s West Side; dead bodies loaded onto a refrigerator truck with a forklift; rats running amuck on empty subway platforms; domestic violence in the company of assailants; an empty Wailing Wall in the ancient city of Jerusalem. Did you ever think you’d be asked to wear a mask in a bank? Even the seagulls down the street from where we live on Outer Cape Cod are not congregating as much as they
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February 21, 2020 - Greg O'Brien

Here’s What You Told Me to Remember

For those watching, if that didn’t hit you, I’m not sure you have a heartbeat.
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June 14, 2019 - Greg O'Brien

Father’s Day on a Journey with Alzheimer’s

I was scared at first. Even though I had been raised in a family of ten, had been married at the time for six years (of 43 years of marriage), and desperately wanted children, I was scared. Thoughts of becoming a father intimidated me. I was worried about the money, new responsibilities, and all the sleepless nights they would bring. I was afraid I would fail. But on July 13, 1983, in a basement delivery room at Boston’s Brigham & Women’s Hospital, Brendan McGeorge O’Brien was born, and Father’s Day had new meaning. He weighed in at nine pounds, two