Acknowledging The Longest Night
(paperwhite narcissus, white pine needles) It seems appropriate that I drove back from a week in Pennsylvania, my father's funeral, and...
Taking My Stories on a Walk
Places. Places hold stories. I find it fascinating that we often do or say things, on a what appears to be a whim, but turn out to reveal in
There is a Purple Aster Growing in The Burn Pile.
Giving a Voice to Trauma
Places For Our Prayers
I have long been fascinated by the places people call Sacred. Places that are set aside for something. Places to bring and leave prayers....
The Extraordinary Ordinary
I am moving again. It is, if I am counting correctly, move number twenty-six. This time, I am excited to start an adventure in an urban...
