Dear Anna, saying goodbye to 2018 is particularly hard.
My garment of hope has grown thin- frayed at the edges threadbare and worn. To be honest, it’s barely recognizable. There have been times– plenty
Words The words that we say Every single one matters. They tumble from our lips And like seeds, they scatter. Through the air to the
The day began with an exploration of the idea of articulation–a morning reading to send the mind in a new direction. Reading Mark Nepo’s Seven
I recently returned from a big, full, colorful trip to Thailand. The tail end of the trip was marred by Dengue Fever–brought on by some
It’s a chilly clear morning here in Wisconsin but no doubt, spring is inching its way in. I started out on my walk, my feet
It’s Father’s Day, Dad. We didn’t make a big deal about it when I was growing up…those were your wishes. A quiet man, and always
The heady aroma of fading lilacs fills my nose in batches–in and out of clouds of fragrance. After the recent rains the earth is jungle-y–lush
Sitting in the space where my dad always sat I was given a new view of enough.
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