
Another day (Nov. 4, 2020)
My morning reflection on the election … and first poem in many, many moons. Continue reading Another day (Nov. 4, 2020)
My morning reflection on the election … and first poem in many, many moons. Continue reading Another day (Nov. 4, 2020)
Born and raised a flatlander, I have always been awed by mountains, but sometimes they get in the way … Continue reading Joy No. 47
Is there a specific word for the joy we can feel when returning to a place that feels like — is — home? Continue reading Joy No. 46
Moving across the country, back to the neighborhood where I grew up, has left me without words …. well, almost. It also has me wondering about the idea of belonging and how we find our place in the world. Continue reading Moving home
While we grumbled about rain drenching our tent, our socks and everything else, the region we so recently left suffered smoke and superheated winds. I worry about my friends. I wonder about the tomatoes and zucchini ripening in our garden, the hanging pots of petunias. Our hearts and minds are split between old home and new, our attention on friends and family in both places. … Continue reading From landscapes to skyscapes