Every time, my interaction with Jonah moves from the intellectual to the spiritual. Not that intellect is getting left behind, obviously, but each time the questions drill deeper, closer to the bone. They move from observed to felt. … Read More Do you do well to be angry?
Feeling hopeful about some new projects … Read More Garden Journal
A second draft of an old haiku … Read More Poem: Faith
Fitting – even Nature shrugs her shoulders / and mumbles sunrise noncommittally. … Read More Poem: Easter Morning in Quarantine
Sing! Though your song be sung in solitude, / though now the flame itself is far from you. … Read More Poem: The Lighting of the Paschal Candle
If you’ve known me for a while, you probably know that I unabashedly love my birthday. … Read More Stepping into 27
In the Time of Quarantine, one cabin-fevered / prophet stalks the sidewalks of the suburbs, her toddlers / trailing in her wake… Read More Poem: Palm Sunday in Quarantine
A meditation on courage, education, and faith, written a few days after school closures were announced. Goodness persists. … Read More A Lion’s Courage
This is a lesson that I’m already trying to live into in other areas, so I guess “hair contentment” is just getting added onto the stack: thinking about what might be is almost never actually useful. … Read More Poetry and My Impossible Hair: a continuing journey in contentment
It was late afternoon. The road was bumpy and green-filtered sunlight streamed in through the trees and our windows. It was late April and the bus was warm. We dozed. … Read More but rather, healed.