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This is not a poem.
I don’t have a poem this morning. All week long, I have been writing, waiting for inspiration, an idea that I can hone and soar with. Usually, if I am open, it comes. But this week, there ha... 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
Letting Go
Letting Go There was so much you had to let go of to get to this place, this intersection of what you do and who you are- dreams that weren’t really your own, worn out beliefs, old habits of thought... Read More
Living Within the Mystery
Living Within The Mystery The older I get, the less I seem to “know”, the more I realize that we humans look for answers more than the truth because answers, even if not quite right, help to quell... Read More
Collecting Dandelions, Collecting Memories
Happy Sunday morning! So here is a little story within a story. The other day, my granddaughter, Celia, sixteen months old, toddled over and handed me a dandelion. She just completely melted my heart ... Read More
Dissonance
Dissonance While eating breakfast, I watch two cardinals hop along the fence in the bright, crisp sunshine. A fuzzy brown rabbit hunkers down in the tall grass to rest. Meanwhile, I listen to a radio ... Read More
Hiking Companions
Hiking Companions Anxiety starts off strong, picking up stones along the path to rub their sharp edges, but wears out quickly. Melancholy quietly places those stones in a sack and slings it over his s... Read More
New book: Light Would Find Me
Hello, friends! I wanted to let you know that I have a new small book (chapbook) of poetry coming out just in time for National Poetry Month. It is called “Light Would Find Me”. Also reall... Read More
Milestones
Milestones Without realizing it, the years have slipped quickly by and suddenly, our quiet house is lit up with the noise and dearness of grandchildren. I watch them in wonder, each little face so uni... Read More
A Necessary Solitude
A Necessary Solitude When I discover the divine within myself, I recognize it everywhere I look. By Maria Brady-Smith Photo by Mike Smith ... Read More
Clear and Bright
Clear and Bright To Clara on her 34th birthday Being your mother has so defined my path, it is hard to conceive that there was a time before. But on this, your birthday, I want to travel back and back... Read More
On Watching Mr. Rogers Bury a Dead Fish
On Watching Mr. Rogers Bury a Dead Fish My grandchildren and I sat mesmerized, as he quietly, carefully, netted the little silver body, wrapped it reverently in a paper towel shroud, troweled a hole i... 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