we have shared heart and soul roots history photo albums bursting at the seams tender moments harsh reminders relationships, religion, reality content and discontent gratitudes, attitudes and just plain old pretty words are we writing for a change or... Read More

We are each born with two forces that give us every lens we need to see who we really are: the wild and ever-young force of imagination that contains intuition and instinct, and the wise elder force of knowledge that... Read More

        Coyodelers  in the early evening Yipflapping at each other “Oh solome, Oh aloneme, I am so furlone !” The dogousins reply Answering in longing dogsobs “We heare, come set us free So we can fleeway From... Read More

During our recent double-snow-ice weekend extravaganza, my husband was away, and I spent many hours out in the aftereffects, shoveling and walking the dog.  It was a wonderful opportunity for embracing cold and silence, and for observing the snow-covered wonderland.... Read More

  I am a middle-aged runner, a person who by some inner compulsion began long distance running in my mid-30s.  I’d always imagined myself as a long distance runner when I was a kid.  In this vision, I’d be running... Read More

Hear ye! Oh hear ye! I have a husband with lips lush and thick, that pucker, really pucker when he comes in close for a kiss. Which he does, earnestly, every time I enter or leave the house. And he... Read More

Holding it in, stuffing it down, for years. Journeying from adored to ignored and damaged. Alone in a house swimming with people. Boisterous brothers, too bothersome to bother. Symbiotic older sisters, loved and loving, but leaving the nest and me.... Read More

  We must take utmost care, to be aware as we awake to each new day, that we are obligated to share this planet, to care for this planet as if our lives depend on it— because they do, you... Read More

Rebecca (with two c’s) Sue Riebsomer Snedegar Rebekah (with a kah) Spivey Hocke Spivey     I was born Rebecca (with two c’s) Sue Riebsomer. When I was very young my family called me Becky Sue. My teachers called me... Read More

It begins with a whimper. A small crack That we hardly notice. Perhaps just a pinhole Quietly waiting Innocent . A small accident. Nobody’s fault, But a fault, Even if not owned. Just a whisper No need to hush Because... Read More