Looking out from our balcony at the height
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A few used-to-be regular readers have begun to
Just before bed, I slide open the door
On a Zoom call with Dr. Isabelle, my
July night. Full moon rising. Deep blue shadows.
Triple-digits had us pressed between red-hot griddles, hot-glued
Time to gather myself in from all the
It’s strange. When I write about or dip
Sometimes it feels less like I have a
The sun rises, the sun sets… the seasons
I fail. I miss the mark. I do
My spiritual mentor— former nun, poet, Ph.D., delver
I have my chair turned to the window
Sometimes amid the hum and drum and din
While I made the Mushroom Bourguignon… while I
There’s a story in my family… Aunt Peg,
For my neighbor, Eileen
Sometimes— [...]
A dry-hot day…
and the [...]
Once upon a time I [...]
One bright day
I saw [...]
Exaltation!
Jubilation!
Celebration!
The oak [...]
Some people get issued ladles [...]
The ancient words of Ecclesiastes [...]
Big green Tupperware
bowl, my dishpan. [...]
After years of unrelenting drought [...]
This crisp autumn night,
I’m cuddled [...]
A hot, dry, breathless day. [...]
In improv theater
you act [...]
It happens at random,
most [...]
A Christmas Eve like no [...]