
Sometimes amid the hum and drum and din
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 [...]
Stopping on the sloping verge [...]
I take delight in creating [...]
Years ago, a beloved very [...]
Before [...]
Sometimes when I can’t get [...]
All my adult life I [...]
Written for and read at [...]
A retreat in the mountains [...]
My mother,
our mother,
died [...]
In my dream, I am [...]
Sometimes I look up from [...]
I’m sitting
on our balcony [...]
The house is clean,
vacuumed, dusted [...]
I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.