surrounded

surrounded i sit on my back porch this morning in the middle of this neighborhood this town this country in the middle of this week this month this year completely secluded by the green nestled safely... Read More

The Worrier

The Worrier She lies in bed, Staring into the silent darkness Outside her window. Fears, Muffled by day, Now rise, one by one, To the surface. Her family, Her job, The future, And anxieties She cannot... Read More

Here I Am

Here I Am I don’t spend much time contemplating the future, which is why it always surprises me when it comes anyway and so soon. I am more focused on trying to reconcile the past, because by now, t... Read More

Ground

Ground So much bad news, so much deception, so many harmed by the callousness of those in power. This is terrifying ground, unfamiliar to what I know to be good and true. So, each day, I try to find m... Read More

Months

Months The months fly past, each with its own essence, its own meanings and memories gathered from all the years on this journey around and around the sun. I say good-bye to a month and in no time at ... Read More

Becoming

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This is an old, old one. Dedicating it to Clara, my firstborn, on her birthday. Becoming In your womb she rests drawing from blood, bone all she needs. Your heart calls hers to sing its rhythm. Your f... Read More

Toward Love

Toward Love “The heart beneath is teaching to the broken heart above.” Leonard Cohen Here you are at this precise time, in this exact place, at this very age, the culmination of so much. Every mom... Read More

Traverse

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Traverse Outside, the wild wind, the blowing rain whip fallen leaves into a frenzy, knock weakened trees to their knees. Inside, only a wall and window away, I am cozy in my flannels, toasty socks, wi... Read More

Missed Connections

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Missed Connections Real life is hard. We are busy, distracted, preoccupied. My words are insufficient, awkward. I say the wrong things or I don’t know what to say at all. We just keep missing connec... Read More

Your Gift

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Your Gift In this cold, bleak season, the cover of green long gone, all kinds of messiness is exposed. The world looks stark, turning thoughts to gray. Then, one, small, lovely thing breaks through th... Read More

Sledding

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Sledding We walked that day through falling snow, dragging our sleds behind us. Through cold wind, into the heat of exertion and beyond to the perfect hill- an abandoned roadbed, gradual slope, smooth... Read More

Light of Recognition

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Light of the World An unexpected loss plunges her into a dark world. So she writes, pulling from time and experience, every twig of hope she can find. She places them, by hand, in a small brown notebo... Read More

New Year

A New Year It is a quiet day, much like any other, except for the awareness that a page, all used up, every line and margin filled, has turned. The emptiness of this new page gives a moment of silent ... Read More

Other People

Other People Of course, the big lessons came from family members, teachers, the major players in your life. But there were other, less obvious people, too. You know who they were- a neighbor whose kid... Read More

Early

Early It is early, early and I am still half asleep, still a blank and fragile open book. The fact is, most mornings lately, even before consciousness the pages fill with the scribblings of the loudes... Read More

Pace

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Pace Imagine the sound of a cloud moving leisurely across the sky, a pine tree’s imperceptible growth compelled by its longing for light, a gentle rain’s slow slide down the pane, the sigh alignin... Read More

Numbers

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Written six years ago. Still adding the numbers. Numbers My father died at fifty-nine, the age that I am now. My mother lived on another thirty-six years, which happens to be the number that I have be... Read More