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On Enchantment (after “Enchantment” by Jim Grabski)

​   We find our enchantments as we can, when and where they come to us, drinking deep and long, as long as we can. Perhaps in a far-off garden of the mind or of the heart. Where a crane... Read More

Bed Bugs and Other Hazards of Hospitality

It’s a testament to the difficulty of raising children that I find prepping the house for bed bug treatment to be almost relaxing. I put on a John Denver album and begin pulling down the curtains, packing up the story... Read More

One Word? Only One?

What word would it be— That one word that I cannot let die? (Just one? Is that all I get?) Surely I’d have time To voice more than one, Maybe two, three, a dozen! Voice them, pass them along With... Read More

The Mouse and the Giraffe

    “There you go again, looking down on me, “ said Miss Mouse to Mr. Giraffe. “What do you expect me to do?” he asked. “Look at the sky when I’m talking to you? Then you would complain that... Read More

Light in August (apologies to William Faulkner)

August is an odd month: it has no Federal holidays; it is officially a summer month yet is the gateway to the autumn; it marks the beginning of the school year for many places and the end of vacation; it... Read More

Solo Eclipse

I wanted to be alone.   Don’t get me wrong, plenty of peak moments of my life have been spent in physical and emotional communion with throngs of other beings in the experience of positive awe together. Our high school... Read More

On Shopping Malls

I came of age in a mall. Working my part time job at a now defunct towel and drapery store called Homemaker Shop. My best friend worked at an anchor store which was called May Company (quick who knows what... Read More

How Can I Keep From Singing?

The other night, as I processed laundry in the basement, sorting soggy garments, transferring delicates to the drying rack and tossing un-delicates into the ancient Harvest Gold dryer, I found myself singing “Beautiful Savior,”  a beloved old hymn from my... Read More

From the Road, Kansas City

The old house was easy enough to find off of Interstate 70.   The language used to describe this particular Air BnB was “secluded” or “semi-secluded.  I hadn’t questioned my choice much until I was driving earlier and the thought occurred,... Read More

Buried Treasure

I was at a party last night, a rare event for me, a woman who prefers solitude and quiet nights at home with the dog and a book.  But I went to honor the birthday of someone dear to me... Read More