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How They Saved Me
How They Saved Me My prayers of desperation were almost always centered around my children. Please. I beg You. Bargaining, even though I don’t believe in that sort of thing. I would have given my li... Read More
As They Were
As They Were I visited the landscape of my childhood the other day- houses, schools, shops, some still recognizable and yet, with time has come inevitable change. After half a century, there is no tra... Read More
Light of Recognition
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
In Silence
In Silence I grew up in a noisy and chaotic household, full to overflowing with the wildness of children. A moment of silence was so rare that, like a vacuum, it made my ears ring. I loved it anyway. ... Read More
Note to a Young Parent
Note to a Young Parent Despite the vastness of your love, you, too, will undoubtedly encounter a particular brokenness in yourself so deep that you cannot traverse it, even for your children’s sake.... Read More
This I need to remember
This I need to remember When I am looking back from the perch of old age, this is what I need to remember: Every morning in the spring, summer and fall, I would get my coffee and notebook and sit on t... Read More
Finding Otherness
I wrote this essay four years ago and just came across it again today. The situation in our country has only become more brutal and the need for otherness more great. So here it is again. Finding Othe... Read More
If You Want To Write
If You Want To Write You must first come to love it. Your notebook must become your home, the place you return to in order to feel yourself again. Initially, though, it might be a place you avoid, as ... Read More
Writing Poems
Writing Poems I want to give you a gift. But all I have are these words. They don’t seem like much against all the terrible things that have happened. Or will happen. I don’t know how to fix all o... Read More
A Personal History of Chores
A Personal History Of Chores When I first came into the world, my needs were met by others and when they weren’t, I simply screamed. Sadly, I had no appreciation of my privileged status. Soon enough... Read More
i surrender
i surrender which is not to say that i give up but that i am going to stop resisting reality stop fighting what will not change at least not by my hand and instead let go find my own path through i ch... Read More
Late Afternoon
Late Afternoon There are plenty of days that I let this moment pass, just keep working, ignore the slant afternoon sun’s beckoning call. Come, it says. Rest. Linger for a while. You have worked hard... Read More
