My quote from the Universe yesterday: “To touch someone with kindness is to change someone forever. Heavy, huh? That’s nothing. Because for everyone you touch, you also reach everyone they will ever know. And everyone they will ever know. And... Read More

I want my voice to catch the thread of kindness in everything I say, with everyone I talk to.  Even when I’m angry, when I need to be angry and voice my rage, I want to tie that thread of... Read More

I Am From Solid men who told their daughters if they were feeling smart and strong they were on the right track. I Am From Broken women who broke each other with mistrust and sly smiles. I Am From Loving... Read More

I remember snow banks tunneled into forts against the Great Winter Enemy:the boy next door. I remember being lifted up to be shown the empty crib, a quietness where the baby used to be. I remember my grandmother’s aproned lap,... Read More

I ran over a turtle one day not long ago. There was a speed bump in the road and a little brown mound right behind it that I caught a glimpse of too late. The second I ran over it,... Read More

Two and a half years ago, completely unexpectedly and seemingly overnight, triggered by who-know-what autoimmune response, arthritis descended upon, or emerged from within, my body. I no longer recognized myself, my lack of energy and ongoing experience of defeat and... Read More

The hardest part of our recent election came for me the morning after. Hungover from a long night of drinking in disbelief and fear, I woke up, listened for movement in my children’s rooms, lingered in the idea that I... Read More

If I could, I’d give the world a weighted blanket; something like a quilt of leaves without the wetness.  If I could, I’d give the world a weighted blanket to drape over our wanting skin; to comfort us through storming... Read More

Follow your muse, your own muse, the one who knows you like the back of her own hand.  The one within who watches you, watches over you day and night, keeping your beating heart and all of its dreams and... Read More

  My family’s never been much for visiting cemeteries.  I guess Mom and Dad bought wreaths or bouquets for my grandparents’ graves on Decoration Day most years (I don’t think they ever called it Memorial Day), but that was about... Read More