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
No Matter No matter that I tossed, tangled in a blanket of worry or that my dreams, when they finally came, were stark and disturbing or that my foggy mind, exhausted, still clings to darkness. The bi...Read More
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
Younger Self I can see her there, looking confident, cocky even, but I know her well. She is terrified, has no idea what she is supposed to do with this “life” that is now, suddenly, hers. I wonde...Read More
Dreams My husband told me he had a dream that he was running like the wind. Oh, yes. I know just the one. I, too, dream of running fast, of singing like a bird at dawn, of writing like a stream in spr...Read More
Glow The house stands dark, somber, bone chilling in the winter gloom. The beat of the clock echoes in the emptiness. Then, the sound of footfall crunching through snow, a creak on the stairs, key in ...Read More
Rhythm of the Sea It took a day and night to arrive in Ireland by plane. My spirit, however, lagged behind, gliding slowly over land and ocean. It was carried in by the tide to the Antrim Coast where ...Read More
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
December by Gary Johnson A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves, And also the partridge in a pear tree And the golden rings and the turtle doves. ...Read More
Expansion and Contraction In the beginning, I lived in a womb. That is how small my world once was. When I stretched that place to its limit, I was born. My world has been an expanding circle ever sin...Read More
Sorrow Old sorrows waken at new sorrow’s birth. Forgotten losses stir their weary heads, As disenchantments sigh and shift their girth. Each death emerges from its settled bed. They come from hiding...Read More
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 s...Read More
Questions About Place Can you ever really know a place? You show up, dwell in it for a short time or long, but you never know its whole history. What happened here before- a day ago, a decade, a centu...Read More
Thank You, Dear Body Thank you, dear body, for embracing my spirit so steadfastly, for the unfaltering rhythm of breath and heartbeat all these many years. Thank you, dear body, for drawing all you ne...Read More
Tree of Plenty Pushing my basket up one row, down the next, hesitating occasionally to pluck crisp apples from a bin, gather cans of beans, choose fresh bread from an endless selection while strangers...Read More
What is a Poem? You know that feeling when you’ve got too much to do and you can’t imagine how you are going to pack it all in so to calm yourself, you count ahead to the next quiet day, which doe...Read More
Breath In and out, in and out, in and out. In and out, tree and me, we breathe one another. Lung to leaf, she inhales my breath to build her body. Bronchioles branch, delivering her gift to all my cel...Read More
Bargaining with God Most offers have to do with the sacrifice I am willing to make if God will just alleviate pain and heartache- especially my children’s. In almost every terrible situation, I reso...Read More
Night Sounds Long after midnight I wake to the sounds Of the world carrying on In my absence. A siren pierces the darkness, Aroused by another’s adversity- A heart suddenly silent, A home embraced b...Read More
Reminiscing As their colors begin to turn, each day a little more brown and yellow and red, the trees seem to be reminiscing. “Remember?” they say to each other on the cool wind. “Remember May a...Read More
Blueberries Opaque gray-blue, polished purple-black, they are hidden in clear view along the rocky mountain path. I savor the complexity of tastes stored within their tough skins. Sweet and spicy, the...Read More