what kind of canyon is so deep it’s impossible to hit bottom how deep the fault line might go under earth armor, violence as naughty as my tantrum, when he defies me again with the: n.o. I’m terrible twos again choke throat and spine puncture mucus lungs and asthma purveyor the stress of home. and […]Read More My Husband Doesn’t Want Another Baby
On the second day of the new year, I was driving the back road from Millerton to our country home in Boston Corners. The sky was cloudy and overcast, and a dull whitish light hung over the landscape. Frost-tinged the dead straw-colored grasses in the fields at the sides of the road. I had gone […]Read More Forgetting About Me and Leaving My Fingertip Behind
Facebook can be fun. Social media in all forms – can be entertaining. Instagram is cool because I like photos. I like to see the world through pictures. I, especially, like to see other people’s world through their eyes. Instagrams allows everyone to post the images their world is made up of. There is poetry […]Read More Conscious Posting: The Difference Between Bragging and Gratitude
They pause long enough to kiss under a tree whose limbs are bursting with grandchildren.Read More You. There. Now.
In October of 1988, a neighbor of mine lost her husband in a freak car accident. I first heard the news in a conversation with my son’s teacher. “Did you hear about that accident the Friday night before Halloween? The most bizarre thing—a deer hit the car and went right through the windshield. Two boys […]Read More A Widow’s Gift to Me
When I tell my friends in Puerto Vallarta that I am returning to Minneapolis, they think I am crazy. “The weather changes here on October 15th; I can guarantee it,” Ted, owner of the cigar shop, tells me. “It’s like a curtain comes down on the humidity.” “It’s paradise here in the winter,” Norma and […]Read More Coming Home to Joy
It’s the beginning of the holiday season, and for many people, it is often a mixed bag of emotions. It is a time when we are keenly aware of our relationships with family and friends.It is also a time when ‘high octane’ stress kicks in as we scramble about in preparation for the holidays. What’s […]Read More Living with “Wild” Gratitude during the Holidays and Beyond
This happened the other day, just down the street. A block from my house. A WALL OF FIRE. Stunned, sudden nausea prompted me to swallow hard. When I left my home forty-five minutes prior to receiving this photo, there was a small light grayish puff of smoke just over the top of the peak near […]Read More Staring Down Flames of Destruction