From the narrow doorway, I saw you. Small fingers spread lightly on your chest, long, dark tangles tossed across the white pillow, framing your face, it’s features frozen as you slept in the dim light.   Your eyes, usually wide... Read More

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month—time to share Maggie once again. I am grateful to have been the conduit for the following poem several years ago. It was well past midnight when I returned home from a friend’s 50th birthday... Read More

I sat in the waiting room with one other woman. She was older, probably my mother’s age. We didn’t make eye contact as we mindlessly flipped the pages of our magazines. The industrial clock on the wall noted the passage... Read More

“Fear is one of the persistent hounds of hell that dog the footsteps of the poor, the dispossessed, the disinherited….It is a climate closing in; it is like the fog in San Francisco….It is a mood which one carries around... Read More

  I went crazy and cleaned out a drawer in tall chest in my bedroom recently. The top one that held old pairs of glasses, part of my rock collection, two very small baskets, an old Blockbuster card. Tucked away... Read More

As if wire and pinewood unspooled to a vanishing point along the foamy shoreline could keep the drifting dune in place. As when gulls fly inland, summer people leave, every season has its storm. I see you letting go at... Read More

Fall has always been my favorite time of year, even when I was a small child. I love the brilliance, the crispness, the change from the heat-formed, clinging odors to sharp and pungent ones. I like to see the squirrels... Read More

I met the moon early this morning. Me, alone on a bike. She, nestled in the white branches of trees. Both of us, silent. Like the way I always felt closest to you when there were no words between us,... Read More

“There’s a river of birds in migration, a nation of women with wings…” I sing in my mind, in my heart, I sing when I’m a part of Women Writing (for) a Change and when I’m apart from it. I... Read More

So many thoughts are tumbling through my head this morning as I think back over the years of my life.  Some of those years have a theme; 1963, 1968, graduation years, 1990 (my son’s birth), 2014 and of course 2016... Read More