What if I took a bite of the sun? Would it burn the roof of my mouth like pizza cheese right from the oven, or make my mouth pucker like lemon juice does, a little sour. What if I ate... Read More

Lately, I have been spending a lot of time alone (well, technically, with our little shelter pup, who is spunky and hilarious and excellent company) at home, reading, writing, and not-working-on-the-clutter as much as I or my dear spouse might... Read More

“All I have is my love of love “– Bowie from Soul Love 1994. My first David Bowie album – Outside. Before Diamond Dogs, before Ziggy Stardust, before Space Oddity, or Aladdin Sane; before hearing changes, before becoming obsessed, before... Read More

When people die, we tend to want to put numbers on them and mark the moments of their life with dates, like bookends holding a life between them as if it were a real thing that could somehow be measured.... Read More

By putting emphasis on different words and adding different punctuation, the above title can be read at least four different ways—dismissive, defensive, emotive, or introspective. I think my mind is geared more toward the last—just a statement, a lead-in to... Read More

We humans have a propensity for labeling ourselves, defining ourselves to the world, either with words or by decorating our bodies. This is who I am. This is who I want you to see. Some do it with jewelry, makeup,... Read More

We were awakened by the soft sound of snowplow chains, chunking and scraping their way down the road, pushing the snow aside, building perfect venues for snow forts and tunnels. Jumping out of bed to look out of the window... Read More

We buried the forest. We sawed the trees into meter-and-a-half pieces and packed them in cellophane and threw them into graves…Many years ago, my grandmother read in the Bible that there will be a time when everything is thriving, everything... Read More

I am open to what is here. Here, near a pool of warm water, drizzling rain, lavender Lilly pads surround me. Cattail breeze, star shine, a vessel collects what I will need later. Morning glories and passionflowers linger near by.... Read More

The “Holiday Season” is so laden with memories, for everyone, some good, some bad, many religious, many not. These days it is impossible to escape the Christmas marketing, but if one allows oneself to go back in memory, it is... Read More